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Don Pedro - (...)'in Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.' Benedick - The Savage Bull May, But If Ever The Sensible Benedick Bear It, Pluck Off The Bull's Horns And Set Them In My Forehead, And Let Me Be Vildly Painted; And In Such Great Letters As They Writes, 'here Is Good Horse For Hire', Let Them Signify Under My Sign, 'here You May See Benedick The Married Man.

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Don Pedro - (...)'in Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.' Benedick - The Savage Bull May, But If Ever The Sensible Benedick Bear It, Pluck Off The Bull's Horns And Set Them In My Forehead, And Let Me Be Vildly Painted; And In Such Great Letters As They Writes, 'here Is Good Horse For Hire', Let Them Signify Under My Sign, 'here You May See Benedick The Married Man.

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Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken Faith Once.

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Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

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Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Gloucester: Yet So Much Is My Poverty Of Spirit, So Mighty And So Many My Defects, As I Had Rather Hide Me From My Greatness, Being A Bark To Brook No Mighty Sea, Than In My Greatness Covet To Be Hid, And In The Vapour Of My Glory Smother'd. But God Be Thanked. . . .

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Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

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Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.

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These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

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An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

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Where Shall We Three Meet Again In Thunder, Lightning, Or In Rain? When The Hurlyburly 's Done, When The Battle 's Lost And Won

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He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye Can See.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.

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O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

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Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

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The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

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Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say! One: Two: Why, Then 'tis Time To Do't. Hell Is Murky!

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