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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.

-William Shakespeare

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He That Plays The

William Shakespeare

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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.

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The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.

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Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And Ceremony.

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Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.

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Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

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O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

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No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

Yet But Three Come One More. Two Of Both Kinds Make Up Four. Ere She Comes Curst And Sad. Cupid Is A Knavish Lad. Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

O You Beast! I'll So Maul You And Your Toasting-iron, That You Shall Think The Devil Is Come From Hell.

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Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

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

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

O, Let Him Pass. He Hates Him That Would Upon The Rack Of This Tough World Stretch Him Out Longer.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In Other Men?

I Have Neither The Scholar's Melancholy, Which Is Emulation; Nor The Musician's, Which Is Fantastical; Nor The Courtier's, Which Is Proud; Not The Soldier's Which Is Ambitious; Nor The Lawyer's, Which Is Politic; Nor The Lady's, Which Is Nice; Nor The Lover's, Which Is All These: But It Is A Melancholy Of Mine Own, Compounded Of Many Simples, Extracted From Many Objects, And Indeed The Sundry Contemplation Of My Travels, Which, By Often Rumination, Wraps Me In A Most Humorous Sadness.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?

Measure For Measure

We Have Seen Better Days.

A Very Honest Woman But Something Given To Lie

I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And My Country's Friend.

Promising Is The Very Air O' Th' Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation. Performance Is Ever Duller For His Act; And, But In The Plainer And Simpler Kind Of People, The Deed Of Saying Is Quite Out Of Use. To Promise Is Most Courtly And Fashionable; Performance Is A Kind Of Will Or Testament Which Argues A Great Sickness In His Judgment That Makes It.

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.

Crime And Criminals

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.

It Is Not Politic In The Commonwealth Of Nature To Preserve Virginity. Loss Of Virginity Is Rational Increase, And There Was Never Virgin Got Till Virginity Was First Lost. That You Were Made Of Is Metal To Make Virgins. Virginity, By Being Once Lost, May Be Ten Times Found: By Being Ever Kept, It Is Ever Lost. ’tis Too Cold A Companion: Away With ’t!

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

Our Content Is Our Best Having.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

What Have We Here? A Man Or A Fish? Dead Or Alive? A Fish: He Smells Like A Fish; A Very Ancient And Fishlike Smell; A Kind Of Not Of The Newest Poor-john. A Strange Fish!

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

O, But They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony: Where Words Are Scarce, They Are Seldom Spent In Vain: For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain. He, That No More Must Say, Is Listened More Than They Whom Youth And Ease Have Taught To Gloze; More Are Men's Ends Marked, Than Their Lives Before: The Setting Sun, And Music At The Close, As The Last Taste Of Sweets, Is Sweetest Last; Writ In Rememberance More Than Things Long Past

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

I Have Had A Most Rare Vision. I Have Had A Dream, Past The Wit Of Man To Say What Dream It Was.

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.

Eye Of Newt, And Toe Of Frog, Wool Of Bat, And Tongue Of Dog, Adder's Fork, And Blind-worm's Sting, Lizard's Leg, And Owlet's Wing, For A Charm Of Powerful Trouble, Like A Hell-broth Boil And Bubble.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

Measure For Measure

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

Speak Comfortable Words.

Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

Blest Are Those Whose Blood And Judgment Are So Well Commingled, That They Are Not A Pipe For Fortune's Finger To Sound What Stop She Please.

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?

A Harmless Necessary Cat.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Romeo And Juliet Love

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me

A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

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These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

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

Poor Desdemona! I Am Glad Thy Father's Dead. Thy Match Was Mortal To Him, And Pure Grief Shore His Old Thread In Twain.

We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes To The Last Man.

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

Withal I Did Infer Your Lineaments, Being The Right Idea Of Your Father, Both In Your Form And Nobleness Of Mind; Laid Open All Your Victories In Scotland, Your Discipline In War, Wisdom In Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, Fair Humility; Indeed, Left Nothing Fitting For Your Purpose Untouch'd Or Slightly Handled In Discourse.

But Love, First Learned In A Lady's Eyes, Lives Not Alone Immured In The Brain; But, With The Motion Of All Elements, Courses As Swift As Thought In Every Power, And Gives To Every Power A Double Power, Above Their Functions And Their Offices.

But, Indeed, Words Are Very Rascals, Since Bonds [vows] Disgraced Them." Viola: "thy Reason, Man?" Feste: "troth [truthfully], Sir, I Can Yield You None Without Words, And Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loathe To Prove Reason With Them.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

Death Is My Son-in-law. Death Is My Heir. My Daughter He Hath Wedded. I Will Die, And Leave Him All. Life, Living, All Is Death’s.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother

God Grant Us Patience!

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men; There Be Land-rats And Water-rats, Water-thieves And Land-thieves, I Mean Pirates, And Thenthere Is The Peril Of Waters, Winds, And Rocks.

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.

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