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If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness, Did Lay Siege To It, Making It Momentary As A Sound, Swift As A Shadow, Short As Any Dream, Brief As The Lightning In The Collied Night That, In A Spleen, Unfolds Both Heaven And Earth, And Ere A Man Hath Power To Say 'behold!' The Jaws Of Darkness Do Devour It Up; So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.

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William Shakespeare

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If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness, Did Lay Siege To It, Making It Momentary As A Sound, Swift As A Shadow, Short As Any Dream, Brief As The Lightning In The Collied Night That, In A Spleen, Unfolds Both Heaven And Earth, And Ere A Man Hath Power To Say 'behold!' The Jaws Of Darkness Do Devour It Up; So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.

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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.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

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

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

Though Now This Grained Face Of Mine Be Hid In Sap-consuming Winter's Drizzled Snow, And All The Conduits Of My Blood Froze Up, Yet Hath My Night Of Life Some Memory, My Wasting Lamps Some Fading Glimmer Left, My Dull Deaf Ears A Little Use To Hear.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck So Many Blows Upon This Face Of Mine And Made No Deeper Wounds?

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

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

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

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!

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

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.

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large A Charter As The Wind, To Blow On Whom I Please, For So Fools Have.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.

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

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.

The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.

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

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

Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

He That Wants Money, Means, And Content Is Without Three Good Friends.

Thou Art A Castilian King Urinal!

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

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

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Speak Me Fair In Death.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

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

Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

Mine Eyes Were Not In Fault, For She Was Beautiful; Mine Ears, That Heard Her Flattery; Nor My Heart, That Thought Her Like Her Seeming. It Had Been Vicious To Have Mistrusted Her.

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

Thus Can The Demigod Authority Make Us Pay Down For Our Offense By Weight The Words Of Heaven; On Whom It Will, It Will, On Whom It Will Not, So: Yet Still 'tis Just.

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

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More. Sure He That Made Us With Such Large Discourse, Looking Before And After, Gave Us Not That Capability And God-like Reason To Fust In Us Unused.

Before And After

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better Than Figs.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

It Were A Grief So Brief To Part With Thee. Farewell.

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

To Whom God Will, There Be The Victory.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

Friends Now Fast Sworn, Whose Double Bosoms Seems To Wear One Heart, Whose Hours, Whose Bed, Whose Meal And Exercise Are Still Together, Who Twin, As 'twere, In Love, Unseparable, Shall Within This Hour, On A Dissension Of A Doit, Break Out To Bitterest Enmity; So Fellest Foes, Whose Passions And Whose Plots Have Broke Their Sleep To Take The One The Other, By Some Chance, Some Trick Not Worth An Egg, Shall Grow Dear Friends And Interjoin Their Issues.

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

There's Her Cousin, An She Were Not Possessed With A Fury, Exceeds Her As Much In Beauty As The First Of May Doth The Last Of December.

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

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

Precious Stones

Paradise On Earth

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking Move; But No More Deep Will I Endart Mine Eye Than Your Consent Gives Strength To Make It Fly.

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.

Nor Stony Tower, Nor Walls Of Beaten Brass, Nor Airless Dungeon, Nor Strong Links Of Iron, Can Be Retentive To The Strength Of Spirit; But Life, Being Weary Of These Worldly Bars, Never Lacks Power To Dismiss Itself.

Sometimes, Less Is More.

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.

Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

Romeo And Juliet Love

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.

When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar Hath Wept: Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff: Yet Brutus Says He Was Ambitious; And Brutus Is An Honourable Man.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

To Move Is To Stir, And To Be Valiant Is To Stand; Therefore, If Tou Art Mov'd, Thou Runst Away. (to Be Angry Is To Move, To Be Brave Is To Stand Still. Therefore, If You're Angry, You'll Run Away.)

You Lie, In Faith; For You Are Call'd Plain Kate, And Bonny Kate And Sometimes Kate The Curst; But Kate, The Prettiest Kate In Christendom Kate Of Kate Hall, My Super-dainty Kate, For Dainties Are All Kates, And Therefore, Kate, Take This Of Me, Kate Of My Consolation; Hearing Thy Mildness Praised In Every Town, Thy Virtues Spoke Of, And Thy Beauty Sounded, Yet Not So Deeply As To Thee Belongs, Myself Am Moved To Woo Thee For My Wife.

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

The Better Part Of Valor Is Discretion, In The Which Better Part I Have Saved My Life.

Offering Advice

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

When Daffodils Begin To Peer, With Heigh! The Doxy, Over The Dale, Why, Then Comes In The Sweet O' The Year; For The Red Blood Reigns In The Winter's Pale. The White Sheet Bleaching On The Hedge, With Heigh! The Sweet Birds, O, How They Sing! Doth Set My Pugging Tooth On Edge; For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.

Leonato Well, Niece, I Hope To See You One Day Fitted With A Husband. Beatrice Not Till God Make Men Of Some Other Metal Than Earth. Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Overmastered With A Pierce Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marl? No, Uncle, I'll None: Adam's Sons Are My Brethren; And, Truly, I Hold It A Sin To Match In My Kindred.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

A Pal Is One That Is Aware You While You Are, Understands Where You Have Already Been, Accepts Whatever You Are Becoming, And Continue To, Carefully Means That You Can Develop.

I Do Beseech You- Though I Perchance Am Vicious In My Guess , That Your Wisdom Yet From One That So Imperfectly Conjects Would Take No Notice, Nor Build Yourself A Trouble Out Of His Scattering And Unsure Observance.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

Men From Children Nothing Differ.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

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.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Be Patient, For The World Is Broad And Wide.

Take You Me For A Sponge?

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced The Rich Proud Cost Of Outworn Buried Age; When Sometime Lofty Towers I See Down-razed And Brass Eternal Slave To Mortal Rage; When I Have Seen The Hungry Ocean Gain Advantage On The Kingdom Of The Shore, And The Firm Soil Win Of The Watery Main, Increasing Store With Loss And Loss With Store; When I Have Seen Such Interchange Of State, Or State Itself Confounded To Decay; Ruin Hath Taught Me Thus To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

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

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.

Tis Time To Fear When Tyrants Seem To Kiss.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is Taken.

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

Denmark In Hamlet

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

Tis Not A Year Or Two Shows Us A Man: They Are All But Stomachs, And We All But Food; They Eat Us Hungerly, And When They Are Full They Belch Us.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumbered Here While These Visions Did Appear. And This Weak And Idle Theme, No More Yielding But A Dream, Gentles, Do Not Reprehend: If You Pardon, We Will Mend: And, As I Am An Honest Puck, If We Have Unearned Luck Now To 'scape The Serpent's Tongue, We Will Make Amends Ere Long; Else The Puck A Liar Call; So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

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

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

Romeo And Juliet Love

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.

... By Indirections Find Directions Out.

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

She Is Mine Own, And I As Rich In Having Such A Jewel As Twenty Seas, If All Their Sand Were Pearl, The Water Nectar, And The Rocks Pure Gold.

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

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

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.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say! One: Two: Why, Then 'tis Time To Do't. Hell Is Murky!

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

It Is The Very Error Of The Moon; She Comes More Nearer Earth Than She Was Wont, And Makes Men Mad.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

Equality Of Two Domestic Powers Breeds Scrupulous Faction.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

You Have But Mistook Me All The While... I Live By Bread Like You, Taste Grief, Feel Want, Need Friends. Conditioned Thus How Can You Call Me King?

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

Think You A Little Din Can Daunt Mine Ears? Have I Not In My Time Heard Lions Roar? Have I Not Heard The Sea, Puffed Up With Winds, Rage Like An Angry Boar Chafed With Sweat? Have I Not Heard Great Ordinance In The Field, And Heaven's Artillery Thunder In The Skies? Have I Not In A Pitched Battle Heard Loud 'larums, Neighing Steeds, And Trumpets' Clang? And Do You Tell Me Of A Woman's Tongue, That Gives Not Half So Great A Blow To Hear As Will A Chestnut In A Farmer's Fire? Tush! Tush! Fear Boys With Bugs. Grumio: For He Fears None.

Do Not Give Dalliance Too Much Rein; The Strongest Oaths Are Straw To The Fire In The Blood.

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

Why, Thou Knowest I Am As Valiant As Hercules, But Beware Instinct. The Lion Will Not Touch The True Prince. Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was A Coward On Instinct.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

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

Fondling,' She Saith, 'since I Have Hemm'd Thee Here Within The Circuit Of This Ivory Pale, I'll Be A Park, And Thou Shalt Be My Deer; Feed Where Thou Wilt, On Mountain Or In Dale: Graze On My Lips, And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.

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

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