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I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

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I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

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I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

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.

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

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

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

We Few. We Happy Few. We Band Of Brothers, For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother.

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

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

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

No, No, No, No! Come, Let's Away To Prison: We Two Alone Will Sing Like Birds I' The Cage: When Thou Dost Ask Me Blessing, I'll Kneel Down, And Ask Of Thee Forgiveness: So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies, And Hear Poor Rogues Talk Of Court News; And We'll Talk With Them Too, Who Loses And Who Wins; Who's In, Who's Out; And Take Upon's The Mystery Of Things, As If We Were God's Spies: And We'll Wear Out, In A Wall'd Prison, Packs And Sects Of Great Ones, That Ebb And Flow By The Moon.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

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

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.

Delivers In Such Apt And Gracious Words That Aged Ears Play Truant At His Tales; And Younger Hearings Are Quite Ravished; So Sweet And Voluble Is His Discourse.

O Serpent Heart Hid With A Flowering Face! Did Ever A Dragon Keep So Fair A Cave? Beautiful Tyrant, Feind Angelical, Dove Feather Raven, Wolvish-ravening Lamb! Despised Substance Of Devinest Show, Just Opposite To What Thou Justly Seemest - A Dammed Saint, An Honourable Villain!

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Wedding Anniversary

Ere I Could Make Thee Open Thy White Hand, And Clap Thyself My Love; Then Didst Thou Utter, I Am Your's For Ever!

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

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

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.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

Behold The Threaden Sails, Borne With The Invisible And Creeping Wind, Draw The Huge Bottoms Through The Furrow'd Sea, Breasting The Lofty Surge

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful Neighs Piercing The Night's Dull Ear; And From The Tents The Armorers Accomplishing The Knights, With Busy Hammers Closing Rivets Up, Give Dreadful Note Of Preparation.

... And Death Unloads Thee.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

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

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

Verily, I Swear, It Is Better To Be Lowly Born, And Range With Humble Livers In Content, Than To Be Perked Up In A Glistering Grief, And Wear A Golden Sorrow.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

Canst Thou, O Partial Sleep, Give Thy Repose To The Wet Sea-boy In An Hour So Rude, And In The Calmest And Most Stillest Night, With All Appliances And Means To Boot, Deny It To A King?

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

Important Hamlet

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frighted Thee, That Thou No More Wilt Weigh My Eyelids Down And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness? Why Rather, Sleep, Liest Thou In Smoky Cribs, Upon Uneasy Pallets Stretching Thee, And Hush'd With Buzzing Night-flies To Thy Slumber, Than In The Perfum'd Chambers Of The Great, Under The Canopies Of Costly State, And Lull'd With Sound Of Sweetest Melody?

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

Fie, Thou Dishonest Satan! I Call Thee By The Most Modest Terms; For I Am One Of Those Gentle Ones That Will Use The Devil Himself With Courtesy: Sayest Thou That House Is Dark?

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

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

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.

Blood Will Have Blood.

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triumph Die, Like Fire And Powder, Which As They Kiss Consume. The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite. Therefore Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

You Common Cry Of Curs! Whose Breath I Hate As Reek O' The Rotten Fens, Whose Loves I Prize As The Dead Carcasses Of Unburied Men That Do Corrupt My Air, I Banish You; And Here Remain With Your Uncertainty!

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

Divers Philosophers Hold That The Lips Is Parcel Of The Mouth.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

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

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

As Many Arrows, Loosed Several Ways, Come To One Mark...so Many A Thousand Actions, Once Afoot, End In One Purpose.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.

Though Those That Are Betray'd Do Feel The Treason Sharply, Yet The Traitor Stands In Worse Case Of Woe

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.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

Making Night Hideous.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed, When Not To Be, Receives Reproach Of Being, And The Just Pleasure Lost, Which Is So Deemed, Not By Our Feeling, But By Others' Seeing.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

When Faced With A Sea Of Troubles, Take Action, And In So Doing End It.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

Gonzalo From Tempest

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.

Tam: What Begg’st Thou Then? Fond Woman, Let Me Go. Lav: ’tis Present Death I Beg; And One Thing More That Womanhood Denies My Tongue To Tell. O! Keep Me From Their Worse Than Killing Lust, And Tumble Me Into Some Loathsome Pit, Where Never Man’s Eye May Behold My Body: Do This, And Be A Charitable Murderer. Tam: So Should I Rob My Sweet Sons Of Their Fee: No, Let Them Satisfy Their Lust On Thee. Dem: Away! For Thou Hast Stay’d Us Here Too Long. Lav: No Grace! No Womanhood! Ah, Beastly Creature, The Blot And Enemy To Our General Name. Confusion Fall—

Whether 'tis Nobler In The Mind To Suffer The Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune, Or To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles, And By Opposing End Them?

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance

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

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

Who Is It Can Read A Woman?

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.

He's Truly Valiant That Can Wisely Suffer The Worst That Man Can Breathe, And Make His Wrongs His Outsides, To Wear Them Like His Raiment, Carelessly, And Ne'er Prefer His Injuries To His Heart, To Bring It Into Danger.

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

Romeo And Juliet Love

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

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

Now Stand You On The Top Of Happy Hours, And Many Maiden Gardens Yet Unset, With Virtuous Wish Would Bear You Living Flowers, Much Liker Than Your Painted Counterfeit: So Should The Lines Of Life That Life Repair Which This, Time's Pencil, Or My Pupil Pen Neither In Inward Worth Nor Outward Fair Can Make You Live Your Self In Eyes Of Men.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

Yet, Do Thy Worst, Old Time; Despite Thy Wrong, My Love Shall In My Verse Ever Live Young.

Tears Water Our Growth.

Lord Bacon Told Sir Edward Coke When He Was Boasting, The Less You Speak Of Your Greatness, The More Shall I Think Of It.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

Falling In Love

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

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.

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

He Is As Full Of Valor As Of Kindness. Princely In Both.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

This Day I Breathed First: Time Is Come Round, And Where I Did Begin There Shall I End; My Life Is Run His Compass.

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

Chain Me With Roaring Bears; Or Shut Me Nightly In A Charnel-house, O'er-covered Quite With Dead Men's Rattling Bones, With Reeky Shanks And Yellow Chapless Skulls; Or Bid Me Go Into A New-made Grave, And Hide Me With A Dead Man In His Shroud; Things That, To Hear Them Told, Have Made Me Tremble; And I Will Do It Without Fear Or Doubt, To Live An Unstain'd Wife Of My Sweet Love.

Alas, Poor Yorick! I Knew Him, Horatio: A Fellow Of Infinite Jest, Of Most Excellent Fancy: He Hath Borne Me On His Back A Thousand Times; And Now, How Abhorred In My Imagination It Is! My Gorge Rims At It. Here Hung Those Lips That I Have Kissed I Know Not How Oft. Where Be Your Gibes Now? Your Gambols? Your Songs? Your Flashes Of Merriment, That Were Wont To Set The Table On A Roar? Not One Now, To Mock Your Own Grinning? Quite Chap-fallen?

Use Every Man According To His Desert And Who Should 'scape Whipping? Use Them After Your Own Honor And Dignity, The Less They Deserve ... The More Merit In Your Bounty.

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

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

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.

It Is The Mind That Makes The Body Rich; And As The Sun Breaks Through The Darkest Clouds, So Honor Peereth In The Meanest Habit.

My Wits Begin To Turn.

Cleopatra: If It Be Love Indeed, Tell Me How Much. Antony: There's Beggary In The Love That Can Be Reckoned. Cleopatra: I'll Set A Bourne How Far To Be Belov'd. Antony: Then Must Thou Needs Find Out New Heaven, New Earth.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

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

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

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

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

Therefore Another Prologue Must Tell He Is Not A Lion

The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will Have His Day.

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

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

Love Is A Smoke Raised With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purged, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vexed, A Sea Nourished With Loving Tears. What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet. *here’s What Love Is: A Smoke Made Out Of Lovers' Sighs. When The Smoke Clears, Love Is A Fire Burning In Your Lover’s Eyes. If You Frustrate Love, You Get An Ocean Made Out Of Lovers' Tears. What Else Is Love? It’s A Wise Form Of Madness. It’s A Sweet Lozenge That You Choke On.*

When We Mean To Build, We First Survey The Plot, Then Draw The Model; And When We See The Figure Of The House, Then Must We Rate The Cost Of The Erection.

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

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

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

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

Conceit, More Rich In Matter Than In Words, Brags Of His Substance, Not Of Ornament: They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth; But My True Love Is Grown To Such Excess, I Cannot Sum Up Half My Sum Of Wealth.

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

All Of Creation’s A Farce. Man Was Born As A Joke. In His Head His Reason Is Buffeted Like Wind-blown Smoke. Life Is A Game. Everyone Ridicules Everyone Else. But He Who Has The Last Laugh Laughs Longest.

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