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If It Be Honor In Your Wars To Seem The Same You Are Not,--which, For Your Best Ends, You Adopt Your Policy--how Is It Less Or Worse, That It Shall Hold Companionship In Peace With Honour, As In War: Since That To Both It Stands In Like Request?

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If It Be Honor

William Shakespeare

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If It Be Honor In Your Wars To Seem The Same You Are Not,--which, For Your Best Ends, You Adopt Your Policy--how Is It Less Or Worse, That It Shall Hold Companionship In Peace With Honour, As In War: Since That To Both It Stands In Like Request?

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Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

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

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Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

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

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Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

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The Teeming Autumn Big With Rich Increase, Bearing The Wanton Burden Of The Prime Like Widowed Wombs After Their Lords Decease.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

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Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

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Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

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But Wherefore Could Not I Pronounce 'amen'? I Had Most Need Of Blessing, And 'amen' Stuck In My Throat.

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Give Me My Sin Again.

If Money Go Before, All Ways Do Lie Open.

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

Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.

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.

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

Precious Stones

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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.... [w]hat Can We Bequeath, Save Our Deposed Bodies To The Ground?... [n]othing Can We Call Our Own, But Death... [l]et Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings: - How Some Have Been Depos'd, Some Slain In War; Some Haunted By The Ghosts They Have Depos'd.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

As I Love The Name Of Honour More Than I Fear Death.

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Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

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Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

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

A Girl Takes Too Much Time To Love And A Few Seconds To Hate. But A Boy Takes A Few Seconds To Love And Too Much Time To Hate.

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

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

Fall Greeks; Fail Fame; Honour Or Go Or Stay; My Major Vow Lies Here, This I'll Obey.

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

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Whats Here A Cup Closed In My True Loves Hand Poisin I See Hath Been His Timeless End. Oh Churl Drunk All And Left No Friendly Drop To Help Me After. I Will Kiss Thy Lips Some Poisin Doth Hang On Them, To Help Me Die With A Restorative. Thy Lips Are Warm. Yea Noise Then Ill Be Brief Oh Happy Dagger This Is Thy Sheath. There Rust And Let Me Die.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

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Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir, T'excel The Golden Age.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.

All Pride Is Willing Pride.

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.

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

Good Morrow, Fair Ones; Pray You, If You Know, Where In The Purlieus Of This Forest Stands A Sheep-cote Fenc'd About With Olive Trees?

See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.

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

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here?

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In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

My Love Is Thaw'd; Which, Like A Waxen Image 'gainst A Fire, Bears No Impression Of The Thing It Was

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Two May Keep Counsel Putting One Away!

Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

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

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

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T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

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As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

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A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

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Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

To Weep Is To Make Less The Depth Of Grief.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

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

The Lily I Condemned For Thy Hand, And Buds Of Marjoram Had Stol'n Thy Hair: The Roses Fearfully On Thorns Did Stand, One Blushing Shame, Another White Despair; A Third, Nor Red Nor White, Had Stol'n Of Both And To His Robbery Had Annex'd Thy Breath; But, For His Theft, In Pride Of All His Growth A Vengeful Canker Eat Him Up To Death. More Flowers I Noted, Yet I None Could See But Sweet Or Colour It Had Stol'n From Thee.

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