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His Life Was Gentle; And The Elements So Mixed In Him, That Nature Might Stand Up And Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

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His Life Was Gentle;

William Shakespeare

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His Life Was Gentle; And The Elements So Mixed In Him, That Nature Might Stand Up And Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

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And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

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All Dark And Comfortless.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

Away, You Trifler! Love! I Love Thee Not, I Care Not For Thee, Kate: This Is No World To Play With Mammets And To Tilt With Lips: We Must Have Bloody Noses And Cracked Crowns.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me

A Victory Is Twice Itself When The Achiever Brings Home Full Numbers.

Merciful Heaven, Thou Rather With Thy Sharp And Sulphurous Bolt Splits The Unwedgeable And Gnarled Oak Than The Soft Myrtle; But Man, Proud Man, Dressed In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured His Glassy Essence--like An Angry Ape Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven As Makes The Angels Weep; Who, With Our Spleens, Would All Themselves Laugh Mortal.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

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?

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

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

I Do Repent; But Heaven Hath Pleas'd It So To Punish Me With This, And This With Me, That I Must Be Their Scourge And Minister. I Will Bestow Him, And Will Answer Well The Death I Gave Him. So Again Good Night. I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind. Thus Bad Begins And Worse Remains Behind.

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.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever

The Fortune Of Us That Are The Moon's Men Doth Ebb And Flow Like The Sea, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By The Moon.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

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What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own

Some Men Never Seem To Grow Old. Always Active In Thought, Always Ready To Adopt New Ideas, They Are Never Chargeable With Foggyism. Satisfied, Yet Ever Dissatisfied, Settled, Yet Ever Unsettled, They Always Enjoy The Best Of What Is, Are The First To Find The Best Of What Will Be.

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

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

There's Beggary In Love That Can Be Reckoned

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

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

Music Can Minister To Minds Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain, And With Its Sweet Oblivious Antidote, Cleanse The Full Bosom Of All Perilous Stuff That Weighs Upon The Heart.

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.

Measure For Measure

Now The Melancholy God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Garments Of Changeable Taffeta, For Thy Mind Is Opal.

O, Let Me Kiss That Hand! King Lear: Let Me Wipe It First; It Smells Of Mortality.

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

Look, The World's Comforter, With Weary Gait, His Day's Hot Task Hath Ended In The West: The Owl, Night's Herald, Shrieks-'tis Very Late; The Sheep Are Gone To Fold, Birds To Their Nest; And Coal-black Clouds, That Shadow Heaven's Light, Do Summon Us To Part, And Bid Good Night.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

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Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.

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O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

And It Is Very Much Lamented,... That You Have No Such Mirrors As Will Turn Your Hidden Worthiness Into Your Eye That You Might See Your Shadow.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

Promises That Are Broken

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?

What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

With Caution Judge Of Probability. Things Deemed Unlikely, E'en Impossible, Experience Oft Hath Proved To Be True.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

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O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

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

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Were I The Moor I Would Not Be Iago. In Following Him I Follow But Myself; Heaven Is My Judge, Not I For Love And Duty, But Seeming So For My Peculiar End. For When My Outward Action Doth Demonstrate The Native Act And Figure Of My Heart In Compliment Extern, ’tis Not Long After But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At. I Am Not What I Am

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

Being Your Slave What Should I Do But Tend, Upon The Hours, And Times Of Your Desire? I Have No Precious Time At All To Spend; Nor Services To Do Till You Require.

Yet Writers Say, As In The Sweetest Bud The Eating Canter Dwells, So Eating Love Inhabits In The Finest Wits Of All.

Accommodated; That Is, When A Man Is, As They Say, Accommodated; Or When A Man Is, Being, Whereby A' May Be Thought To Be Accommodated,?which Is An Excellent Thing.

Now Let It Work. Mischief, Thou Art Afoot. Take Thou What Course Thou Wilt.

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

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One

If Thou Wilt Lend This Money, Lend It Not As To Thy Friends; For When Did Friendship Take A Breed For Barren Metal Of His Friend?

Merchant Of Venice

Much Rain Wears The Marble.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

The Moon Shines Bright. In Such A Night As This. When The Sweet Wind Did Gently Kiss The Trees And They Did Make No Noise, In Such A Night.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

Let Us Sit And Mock The Good Housewife Fortune From Her Wheel, That Her Gifts May Henceforth Be Bestowed Equally, I Would We Could Do So For Her Benefits Are Mightily Misplaced And The Bountiful Blind Girl Doth Most Mistake In Her Gifts To Women. 'tis True For Those That She Makes Fair She Scarce Makes Honest And Those That She Makes Honest She Makes Very Ill-favouredly. Nay, Now Thou Goest From Fortunes Office To Natures. Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World, Not In The Lineaments Of Nature.

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat, Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This, That To The Use Of Actions Fair And Good He Likewise Gives A Frock Or Livery That Aptly Is Put On. Refrain Tonight, And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence; The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.

There Is A Willow Grows Aslant A Brook, That Shows His Hoar Leaves In The Glassy Stream; There With Fantastic Garlands Did She Come Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Daisies, And Long Purples That Liberal Shepherds Give A Grosser Name, But Our Cold Maids Do Dead Men's Fingers Call Them: There, On The Pendent Boughs Her Coronet Weeds Clambering To Hang, An Envious Sliver Broke; When Down Her Weedy Trophies And Herself Fell In The Weeping Brook.

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

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.

Doubting Things Go Ill Often Hurts More Than To Be Sure They Do; For Certainties Either Are Past Remedies, Or, Timely Knowing, The Remedy Then Born.

All Pride Is Willing Pride.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

Romeo And Juliet Juliet

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

Disease And Death

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

When Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On They Do Suggest At First With Heavenly Shows

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

Officers, What Offence Have These Men Done? Dogberry Marry, Sir, They Have Committed False Report; Moreover, They Have Spoken Untruths; Secondarily, They Are Slanders; Sixth And Lastly, They Have Belied A Lady; Thirdly, They Have Verified Unjust Things; And, To Conclude, They Are Lying Knaves.

Haply For I Am Black, And Have Not Those Soft Parts Of Conversation That Chamberers Have; Or For I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years—yet That’s Not Much— She’s Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her. O Curse Of Marriage, That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites! I Had Rather Be A Toad And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others’ Uses. Yet ’tis The Plague Of Great Ones; Prerogatived Are They Less Than The Base. ’tis Destiny Unshunnable, Like Death.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

This Thought Is As A Death.

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

Venus Smiles Not In A House Of Tears.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

She Says I Am Not Fair, That I Lack Manners; She Calls Me Proud, And That She Could Not Love Me, Were Man As Rare As Phoenix.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

Strange Bedfellows

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

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

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

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.

Faith, Stay Here This Night; They Will Surely Do Us No Harm; You Saw They Speak Us Fair, Give Us Gold; Methinks They Are Such A Gentle Nation That, But For The Mountain Of Mad Flesh That Claims Marriage Of Me, Could Find In My Heart To Stay Here Still And Turn Witch.

What Man Art Thou That, Thus Bescreened In Night, So Stumblest On My Counsel? *who Are You? Why Do You Hide In The Darkness And Listen To My Private Thoughts?*

If Ever (as That Ever May Be Near) You Meet In Some Fresh Cheek The Power Of Fancy, Then Shall You Know The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen, Arrows Make.

The Insolence Of Office.

Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You, Be Rough With Love.

Romeo And Juliet Love

Yet, For I Know Thou Art Religious And Hast A Thing Within Thee Called Conscience, With Twenty Popish Tricks And Ceremonies Which I Have Seen Thee Careful To Observe, Therefore I Urge Thy Oath; For That I Know An Idiot Holds His Bauble For A God And Keeps The Oath Which By That God He Swears, To That I'll Urge Him: Therefore Thou Shalt Vow By That Same God, What God Soe'er It Be, That Thou Adorest And Hast In Reverence, To Save My Boy, To Nourish And Bring Him Up, Or Else I Will Discover Naught To Thee.

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.

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.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.

But Thou Art Fair, And At Thy Birth, Dear Boy, Nature And Fortune Join'd To Make Thee Great: Of Nature's Gifts Thou Mayst With Lilies Boast, And With The Half-blown Rose; But Fortune, O!

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.

But Kate, Dost Thou Understand Thus Much English? Canst Thou Love Me?" Catherine: "i Cannot Tell." Henry: "can Any Of Your Neighbours Tell, Kate? I'll Ask Them.

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

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

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

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

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.

Hamlet And Ophelia

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.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

Men Should Be What They Seem; Or Those That Be Not, Would They Might Seem None!.

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