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Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

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Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

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

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I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me; For Now Hath Time Made Me His Numbering Clock: My Thoughts Are Minutes; And With Sighs They Jar Their Watches On Unto Mine Eyes, The Outward Watch, Whereto My Finger, Like A Dial's Point, Is Pointing Still, In Cleansing Them From Tears. Now Sir, The Sound That Tells What Hour It Is Are Clamorous Goans, Which Strike Upon My Heart, Which Is The Bell: So Sighs And Tears And Groans Show Minutes, Times, And Hours.

Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

Therefore The Moon, The Governess Of Floods, Pale In Her Anger Washes All The Air, That Rheumatic Diseases Do Abound; And Through This Distemperature We See The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

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

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

That Skull Had A Tongue In It, And Could Sing Once: How The Knave Jowls It To The Ground, As If It Were Cain's Jaw-bone, That Did The First Murder! It Might Be The Pate Of A Politician, Which This Ass Now O'er-reaches; One That Would Circumvent God, Might It Not?

All Offences Come From The Heart.

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

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

Assure Thee, If I Do Vow A Friendship, I'll Perform It To The Last Article." --othello, Act Iii, Scene Iii

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

Funny Inspirational

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

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

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

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

He Is Dead And Gone, Lady, He Is Dead And Gone; At His Head A Grass-green Turf, At His Heels A Stone.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

All The World's A Stage ... And You Better Have A Zoning Variance Or It's Coming Down.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

The Patient Must Minister To Himself

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Funny Inspirational

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

This Thought Is As A Death.

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

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

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

Be Advised; Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself: We May Outrun, By Violent Swiftness, That Which We Run At, And Lose By Over-running. Know You Not, The Fire That Mounts The Liquor Til Run O'er, In Seeming To Augment It Wastes It?

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

I Rather Would Entreat Thy Company; To See The Wonders Of The World Abroad, Than, Living Dully Sluggardized At Home, Wear Out Thy Youth With Shapeless Idleness.

Ay, In The Catalogue Ye Go For Men; As Hounds, And Greyhounds, Mongrels, Spaniels, Curs, Shoughs, Water-rugs, And Demi-wolves, Are 'clept All By The Name Of Dogs: The Valued File Distinguishes The Swift, The Slow, The Subtle, The Housekeeper, The Hunter, Every One According To The Gift Which Bounteous Nature Hath In Him Closed.

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

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

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.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.

Affection, Mistress Of Passion, Sways It To The Mood Of What It Likes Or Loathes.

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

And Fearless Minds Climb Soonest Unto Crowns.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.

And Then He Drew A Dial From His Poke, And Looking With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, 'it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See', Quoth He, 'how The World Wags: 'tis But An Hour Ago Since It Was Nine, And After One Hour More 'twill Be Eleven; And So From Hour To Hour We Ripe And Ripe, And Then From Hour To Hour We Rot And Rot.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.

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

Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet Now As It Was Before.

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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.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

The Insolence Of Office.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None: Be Able For Thine Enemy Rather In Power Than Use; And Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key: Be Check'd For Silence, But Never Tax'd For Speech.

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

They May Seize On The White Wonder Of Dear Juliet's Hand And Steal Immortal Blessing From Her Lips, Who, Even In Pure And Vestal Modesty, Still Blush, As Thinking Their Own Kisses Sin.

A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Brutus, I Do Observe You Now Of Late: I Have Not From Your Eyes That Gentleness And Show Of Love As I Was Wont To Have: You Bear Too Stubborn And Too Strange A Hand Over Your Friend That Loves You. Poor Brutus, With Himself At War, Forgets The Shows Of Love To Other Men.

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.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

Merchant Of Venice

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.

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

Romeo And Juliet Love

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

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

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

A Man Should Be What He Seems.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

Hamlet And Ophelia

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

Taming Of The Shrew

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

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

Every Subject's Duty Is The King's; But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own. Therefore, Should Every Soldier In The Wars Do As Every Sick Man In His Bed, Wash Every Mote Out Of His Conscience; And Dying So, Death Is To Him Advantage; Or Not Dying, The Time Was Blessedly Lost Wherein Such Preparation Was Gained; And In Him That Escapes, It Were No Sin To Think That, Making God So Free An Offer, He Let Him Outlive The Day To See His Greatness And To Teach Others How They Should Prepare.

I Knew When Seven Justices Could Not Take Up A Quarrel, But When The Parties Were Met Themselves, One Of Them Thought But Of An If, As, 'if You Said So, Then I Said So;' And They Shook Hands And Swore Brothers. Your If Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In If.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect, For Slander's Mark Was Ever Yet The Fair; The Ornament Of Beauty Is Suspect, A Crow That Flies In Heaven's Sweetest Air.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

Deeds And Words

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Hamlet And Ophelia

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

There Is An Old Poor Man,. . . . Oppress'd With Two Weak Evils, Age And Hunger.

Direct Not Him Whose Way Himself Will Choose; 'tis Breath Not Lack'st, And That Breath Wilt Thou Lose.

Leonato Neighbours, You Are Tedious. Dogberry It Pleases Your Worship To Say So, But We Are The Poor Duke's Officers; But Truly, For Mine Own Part, If I Were As Tedious As A King, I Could Find It In My Heart To Bestow It All Of Your Worship.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.

Therefore Another Prologue Must Tell He Is Not A Lion

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

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

Give Them Great Meals Of Beef And Iron And Steel, They Will Eat Like Wolves And Fight Like Devils.

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

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

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand? Come, Let Me Clutch Thee. I Have Thee Not, And Yet I See Thee Still. Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feeling As To Sight? Or Art Thou But A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears Are Vain.

Love Goes Toward Love As Schoolboys From Their Books, But Love From Love, Toward School With Heavy Looks.

So Holy And So Perfect Is My Love, And I In Such A Poverty Of Grace, That I Shall Think It A Most Plenteous Crop To Glean The Broken Ears After The Man That The Main Harvest Reaps.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Procrastination

Before The Curing Of A Strong Disease, Even In The Instant Of Repair And Health, The Fit Is Strongest. Evils That Take Leave, On Their Departure Most Of All Show Evil.

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

Gloucester: Yet So Much Is My Poverty Of Spirit, So Mighty And So Many My Defects, As I Had Rather Hide Me From My Greatness, Being A Bark To Brook No Mighty Sea, Than In My Greatness Covet To Be Hid, And In The Vapour Of My Glory Smother'd. But God Be Thanked. . . .

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

These Are The Forgeries Of Jealousy; And Never, Since The Middle Summer's Spring, Met We On Hill, In Dale, Forest, Or Mead, By Paved Fountain Or By Rushy Brook, Or In The Beached Margent Of The Sea, To Dance Our Ringlets To The Whistling Wind, But With Thy Brawls Thou Hast Disturbed Our Sport.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

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.

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

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

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

This Is Some Fellow, Who Having Been Prais'd For Bluntness, Doth Affect A Saucy Roughness And Constrains The Garb Quite From His Nature: He Can't Flatter, He! An Honest Mind And Plain,--he Must Speak Truth! And They Will Take It So; If Not He's Plain. These Kind Of Knaves I Know, Which In This Plainness Harbor More Craft, And Far Corrupter Ends, Than Twenty Silly, Ducking Observants, That Stretch Their Duty Nicely.

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

I'll Give My Jewels For A Set Of Beads, My Gorgeous Palace For A Hermitage, My Gay Apparel For An Almsman's Gown, My Figured Goblets For A Dish Of Wood, My Scepter For A Palmer's Walking Staff My Subjects For A Pair Of Carved Saints And My Large Kingdom For A Little Grave.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

There Are A Sort Of Men, Whose Visages Do Cream And Mantle, Like A Standing Pond; And Do A Willful Stillness Entertain, With Purpose To Be Dressed In An Opinion Of Wisdom, Gravity Profound Conceit; As Who Should Say, I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark!

The Breaking Of So Great A Thing Should Make A Greater Crack: The Round World Should Have Shook Lions Into Civil Streets, And Citizens To Their Dens.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.

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O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend Me A Heart Replete With Thankfulness!

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