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He Reads Much; He Is A Great Observer And He Looks Quite Through The Deeds Of Men: He Loves No Plays, As Thou Dost, Antony; He Hears No Music; Seldom He Smiles, And Smiles In Such A Sort As If He Mock'd Himself And Scorn'd His Spirit That Could Be Moved To Smile At Any Thing. Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

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He Reads Much; He

William Shakespeare

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He Reads Much; He Is A Great Observer And He Looks Quite Through The Deeds Of Men: He Loves No Plays, As Thou Dost, Antony; He Hears No Music; Seldom He Smiles, And Smiles In Such A Sort As If He Mock'd Himself And Scorn'd His Spirit That Could Be Moved To Smile At Any Thing. Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

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By That Sin Fell The Angels.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

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If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

Time Hath Not Yet So Dried This Blood Of Mine, Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention, Nor Fortune Made Such Havoc Of My Means, Nor My Bad Life Reft Me So Much Of Friends, But They Shall Find Awaked In Such A Kind Both Strength Of Limb And Policy Of Mind, Ability In Means, And Choice Of Friends, To Quit Me Of Them Throughly.

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If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

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Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

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

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An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

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There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.

Wounds And Scars

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Study Is Like The Heaven's Glorious Sun, That Will Not Be Deep-searched With Saucy Looks: Small Have Continual Plodders Ever Won, Save Base Authority From Others' Books.

I Will Not Choose What Many Men Desire, Because I Will Not Jump With Common Spirits And Rank Me With The Barbarous Multitudes.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

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I Am Not Merry, But I Do Beguile The Thing I Am By Seeming Otherwise.

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So Are They All, All Honourable Men.

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Thy Tongue Makes Welsh As Sweet As Ditties Highly Penn'd, Sung By A Fair Queen In A Summer's Bower, With Ravishing Division, To Her Lute.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing, And Is Not Careful What They Mean Thereby, Knowing That With The Shadow Of His Wings He Can At Pleasure Stint Their Melody: Even So Mayest Thou The Giddy Men Of Rome.

What Valor Were It, When A Cur Doth Grin, For One To Thrust His Hand Between His Teeth, When He Might Spurn Him With His Foot Away?

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

Bassanio: Do All Men Kill All The Things They Do Not Love? Shylock: Hates Any Man The Thing He Would Not Kill? Bassanio: Every Offence Is Not A Hate At First.

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.

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

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Even So; An't Please Your Worship, Brakenbury, You May Partake Of Any Thing We Say: We Speak No Treason, Man; We Say The King Is Wise And Virtuous, And His Noble Queen Well Struck In Years, Fair, And Not Jealous; We Say That Shore's Wife Hath A Pretty Foot, A Cherry Lip, A Bonny Eye, A Passing Pleasing Tongue; And That The Queen's Kindred Are Made Gentlefolks.

The Wildest Hath Not Such A Heart As You. Run When You Will, The Story Shall Be Changed: Apollo Flies, And Daphne Holds The Chase; The Dove Pursues The Griffin; The Mild Hind Makes Speed To Catch The Tiger; Bootless Speed, When Cowardice Pursues And Valour Flies.

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When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

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He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.

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

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.

My Hounds Are Bred Out Of The Spartan Kind; So Flew'd, So Sanded; Their Heads Are Hung With Ears That Sweep Away The Morning Dew.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

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

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back Wherein He Puts Alms For Oblivion, A Great-sized Monster Of Ingratitudes: Those Scraps Are Good Deeds Past, Which Are Devour'd As Fast As They Are Made, Forgot As Soon As Done.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Love That We Cannot Have Is The One That Lasts The Longest,hurts The Deepest,but Feels The Strongest

Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All Buttocks.

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.

For Thy Sweet Love Remember'd Such Wealth Brings That Then I Scorn To Change My State With Kings.

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*

So, You Are Very Welcome To Our House. It Must Appear In Other Ways Than Words, Therefore, I Scant This Breathing Courtesy.

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!

Bad Is The Trade That Must Play Fool To Sorrow, Ang'ring Itself And Others.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

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

My Noble Father, I Do Perceive Here A Divided Duty. To You I Am Bound For Life And Education. My Life And Education Both Do Learn Me How To Respect You. You Are The Lord Of My Duty, I Am Hitherto Your Daughter. But Here’s My Husband, And So Much Duty As My Mother Showed To You, Preferring You Before Her Father, So Much I Challenge That I May Profess Due To The Moor My Lord.

When Daisies Pied And Violets Blue And Lady-smocks All Silver-white And Cuckoo-buds Of Yellow Hue Do Paint The Meadows With Delight, The Cuckoo Then, On Every Tree, Mocks Married Men; For Thus Sings He, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, Cuckoo; O, Word Of Fear, Unpleasing To A Married Ear.

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

Measure For Measure

Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of Faults.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

I Like This Place And Could Willingly Waste My Time In It.

Wasting My Time

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself

Beauty Itself Doth Of Itself Persuade The Eyes Of Men Without An Orator.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

The Happiest Youth, Viewing His Progress Through, What Perils Past, What Crosses To Ensue, Would Shut The Book, And Sit Him Down And Die.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

I See A Man's Life Is A Tedious One.

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.

Unrequited Love

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.

Barnes Are Blessings.

Bring Me A Constant Woman To Her Husband, One That Ne'er Dream'd A Joy Beyond His Pleasure, And To That Woman, When She Has Done Most, Yet Will I Add An Honour-a Great Patience.

Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A Feast.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain. And Truly Not The Morning Sun Of Heaven Better Becomes The Grey Cheeks Of The East, Nor That Full Star That Ushers In The Even, Doth Half That Glory To The Sober West, As Those Two Mourning Eyes Become Thy Face: O! Let It Then As Well Beseem Thy Heart To Mourn For Me Since Mourning Doth Thee Grace, And Suit Thy Pity Like In Every Part. Then Will I Swear Beauty Herself Is Black, And All They Foul That Thy Complexion Lack

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety.

I Hate Ingratitude More In A Man Than Lying, Vainness, Babbling, Drunkenness, Or Any Taint Of Vice Whose Strong Corruption Inhabits Our Frail Blood".

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

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.

Should All Despair That Have Revolted Wives, The Tenth Of Mankind Would Hang Themselves.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

Is She Not Passing Fair?

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

This Rough Magic I Here Abjure And When I Have Required Some Heavenly Music, Which Even Now I Do, To Work Mine End Upon Their Senses That This Airy Charm Is For, I'll Break My Staff, Bury It Certain Fathoms In The Earth, And Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound, I'll Drown My Book.

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