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Good Lord, For Alliance! Thus Goes Every One To The World But I, And I Am Sunburnt; I May Sit In A Corner And Cry Heigh-ho For A Husband!

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Good Lord, For Alliance!

William Shakespeare

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Good Lord, For Alliance! Thus Goes Every One To The World But I, And I Am Sunburnt; I May Sit In A Corner And Cry Heigh-ho For A Husband!

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No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity.

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

O Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father Refuse Thy Name, Thou Art Thyself Thou Not A Montegue, What Is Montegue? Tis Nor Hand Nor Foot Nor Any Other Part Belonging To A Man What Is In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, So Romeo Would Were He Not Romeo Called Retain Such Dear Perfection To Which He Owes Without That Title, Romeo, Doth Thy Name! And For That Name Which Is No Part Of Thee, Take All Thyself.

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.

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

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

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They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

A Fellow By The Hand Of Nature Mark'd, Quoted, And Sign'd, To Do A Deed Of Shame.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.

He That Wants Money, Means, And Content Is Without Three Good Friends.

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

He That Plays The King Shall Be Welcome- His Majesty Shall Have Tribute Of Me; The Adventurous Knight Shall Use His Foil And Target; The Lover Shall Not Sigh Gratis; The Humorous Man Shall End His Part In Peace; The Clown Shall Make Those Laugh Whose Lungs Are Tickle O' Th' Sere; And The Lady Shall Say Her Mind Freely, Or The Blank Verse Shall Halt Fort.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Let Husbands Know Their Wives Have Sense Like Them. They See, And Smell, And Have Their Palates Both For Sweet And Sour, As Husbands Have.

But Whate'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time; If You Have Ever Looked On Better Days, If Ever Been Where Bells Knoll'd To Church, If Ever Sat At Any Good Man's Feast, If Ever From Your Eyelids Wiped A Tear, And Know What 'tis To Pity And Be Pitied, Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be. . . .

Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels Unctuous, Greases His Pure Mind That From It All Consideration Slips.

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet Now As It Was Before.

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These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

Do Not Give Dalliance Too Much Rein; The Strongest Oaths Are Straw To The Fire In The Blood.

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

The Devil Shall Have His Bargain; For He Was Never Yet A Breaker Of Proverbs--he Will Give The Devil His Due.

Good Things Should Be Praised.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens, To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners: So That If We Will Plant Nettles, Or Sow Lettuce, Set Hyssop And Weed Up Tine, Supply It With One Gender Of Herbs, Or Distract It With Many, Either To Have It Sterile With Idleness, Or Manured With Industry, Why, The Power And Corrigible Authority Of This Lies In Our Wills.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight, Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

A Man In All The World's New Fashion Planted, That Hath A Mint Of Phrases In His Brain.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

There's Nothing Situate Under Heaven's Eye But Hath His Bond In Earth, In Sea, In Sky. The Beasts, The Fishes, And The Winged Fowls Are Their Males' Subjects And At Their Controls. Man, More Divine, The Master Of All These, Lord Of The Wide World And Wild Wat'ry Seas, Indu'd With Intellectual Sense And Souls, Of More Pre-eminence Than Fish And Fowls, Are Masters To Their Females, And Their Lords; Then Let Your Will Attend On Their Accords.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

Hamlet And Ophelia

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Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strain'd, It Droppeth As The Gentle Rain From Heaven Upon The Place Beneath: It Is Twice Blest; It Blesseth Him That Gives And Him That Takes: 'tis Mightiest In The Mightiest: It Becomes The Throned Monarch Better Than His Crown; His Sceptre Shows The Force Of Temporal Power, The Attribute To Awe And Majesty, Wherein Doth Sit The Dread And Fear Of Kings; But Mercy Is Above This Sceptred Sway; It Is Enthroned In The Hearts Of Kings, It Is An Attribute To God Himself; And Earthly Power Doth Then Show Likest God's When Mercy Seasons Justice.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

England Is Safe, If True Within Itself.

So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Hamlet And Ophelia

A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

It Is A Familiar Beast To Man, And Signifies Love.

Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.

'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

You Are Strangely Troublesome.

If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her, She Would Infect To The North Star!

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

My Thoughts Are Whirled Like A Potter's Wheel; I Know Not Where I Am Nor What I Do.

If Money Go Before, All Ways Do Lie Open.

Art Thou Afeard To Be The Same In Thine Own Act And Valour As Thou Art In Desire? Wouldst Thou Have That Which Thou Esteem'st The Ornament Of Life, And Live A Coward In Thine Own Esteem, Letting 'i Dare Not' Wait Upon 'i Would,' Like The Poor Cat I' The Adage?

Let Us, Like Merchants, Show Our Foulest Wares, And Think Perchance They'll Sell; If Not, The Lustre Of The Better Yet To Show Shall Show The Better.

When Daffodils Begin To Peer, With Heigh! The Doxy, Over The Dale, Why, Then Comes In The Sweet O' The Year; For The Red Blood Reigns In The Winter's Pale. The White Sheet Bleaching On The Hedge, With Heigh! The Sweet Birds, O, How They Sing! Doth Set My Pugging Tooth On Edge; For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

A Pal Is One That Is Aware You While You Are, Understands Where You Have Already Been, Accepts Whatever You Are Becoming, And Continue To, Carefully Means That You Can Develop.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

O Teach Me How I Should Forget To Think (1.1.224)

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

His Forward Voice Now Is To Speak Well Of His Friend. His Backward Voice Is To Utter Foul Speeches And To Detract.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

Boldness Be My Friend.

A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

Religious Canons, Civil Laws, Are Cruel; Then What Should War Be?

My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In The Canon.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

Our Rash Faults Make Trivial Price Of Serious Thing We Have, Not Knowing Them Until We Know Their Grave.

Never Play With The Feelings Of Others, Because You May Win The Game But The Risk Is That You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The Night.

Dead Poets Society

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge In Marriage.

For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

Know My Name Is Lost, By Treason's Tooth Bare-gnawn And Canker-bit; Yet Am I Noble As The Adversary I Come To Cope.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

Though Now This Grained Face Of Mine Be Hid In Sap-consuming Winter's Drizzled Snow, And All The Conduits Of My Blood Froze Up, Yet Hath My Night Of Life Some Memory, My Wasting Lamps Some Fading Glimmer Left, My Dull Deaf Ears A Little Use To Hear.

The Painful Warrior Famous For Fight, After A Thousand Victories, Once Foil'd, Is From The Books Of Honor Razed Quite, And All The Rest Forgot For Which He Toil'd

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily... Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess

Methinks I Am A Prophet New Inspired And Thus, Expiring, Do Foretell Of Him: His Rash Fierce Blaze Of Riot Cannot Last, For Violent Fires Soon Burn Out Themselves; Small Show'rs Last Long, But Sudden Storms Are Short; He Tires Betimes That Spurs Too Fast Betimes; With Eager Feeding Doth Choke The Feeder; Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That Carries Anger As The Flint Bears Fire; Who, Much Enforced, Shows A Hasty Spank, And Straight Is Cold Again.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

Cause And Effect

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Trip Over Love, You Can Get Up. Fall In Love And You Fall Forever. Anyone Can Catch Your Eye, But It Takes Someone Special To Catch Your Heart. Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Falling In Love

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

You Lie, In Faith; For You Are Call'd Plain Kate, And Bonny Kate And Sometimes Kate The Curst; But Kate, The Prettiest Kate In Christendom Kate Of Kate Hall, My Super-dainty Kate, For Dainties Are All Kates, And Therefore, Kate, Take This Of Me, Kate Of My Consolation; Hearing Thy Mildness Praised In Every Town, Thy Virtues Spoke Of, And Thy Beauty Sounded, Yet Not So Deeply As To Thee Belongs, Myself Am Moved To Woo Thee For My Wife.

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.

Important Hamlet

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

More Matter With Less Art.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting Sun.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me, As I Am Confident And Kind To Thee.

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