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In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry. But Were We Burd'ned With Like Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain: So Thou, That Hast No Unkind Mate To Grieve Thee, With Urging Helpless Patience Wouldst Relieve Me; But If Thou Live To See Like Right Bereft, This Fool-begged Patience In Thee Will Be Left.

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.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

What Is Past Is Prologue.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

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

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.

Measure For Measure

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Sweets To The Sweet.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

The Hideous God Of War.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

Women Are Not In Their Best Fortunes Strong, But Want Will Perjure The Ne'er-touched Vestal.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

When Holy And Devout Religious Men Are At Their Beads, 'tis Hard To Draw Them Thence; So Sweet Is Zealous Contemplation.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

Taming Of The Shrew

Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish Wit.

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.

If We Are True To Ourselves, We Can Not Be False To Anyone.

Where Is Polonius? Hamlet In Heaven. Send Hither To See. If Your Messenger Find Him Not There, Seek Him I' Th' Other Place Yourself. But If Indeed You Find Him Not Within This Month, You Shall Nose Him As You Go Up The Stairs Into The Lobby.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten, And Cry Mew, Than One Of These Same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I Had Rather Heare A Brazen Candlestick Turn'd, Or A Dry Wheele Grate On The Axle-tree, And That Would Set My Teeth Nothing An Edge, Nothing So Much, As Mincing Poetrie.

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!

I Will Not Choose What Many Men Desire, Because I Will Not Jump With Common Spirits And Rank Me With The Barbarous Multitudes.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

I Have Not Slept One Wink.

I'll Break My Staff, Bury It Certain Fathoms In The Earth, And Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound, I'll Drown My Book!

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking.

I Hate Ingratitude More In A Man Than Lying, Vainness, Babbling, Drunkenness, Or Any Taint Of Vice Whose Strong Corruption Inhabits Our Frail Blood".

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!

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.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

Come, Seeling Night, Scarf Up The Tender Eye Of Pitiful Day, And With Thy Bloody And Invisible Hand Cancel And Tear To Pieces That Great Bond Which Keeps Me Pale. Light Thickens, And The Crow Makes Wing To Th' Rooky Wood. Good Things Of Day Begin To Droop And Drowse, While Night's Black Agents To Their Prey Do Rouse.

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

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good. Pity Is The Virtue Of The Law, And None But Tyrants Use It Cruelly.

A Goodly Portly Man, I' Faith, And A Corpulent; Of A Cheerful Look, A Pleasing Eye, And A Most Noble Carriage; And, As I Think, His Age Some Fifty, Or, By'r Lady, Inclining To Threescore; And Now I Remember Me, His Name Is Falstaff.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.

Care For Us! True, Indeed! They Ne'er Cared For Us Yet: Suffer Us To Famish, And Their Storehouses Crammed With Grain; Make Edicts For Usury, To Support Usurers; Repeal Daily Any Wholesome Act Established Against The Rich, And Provide More Piercing Statutes Daily To Chain Up And Restrain The Poor. If The Wars Eat Us Not Up, They Will; And There's All The Love They Bear Us.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

And Since You Know You Cannot See Yourself, So Well As By Reflection, I, Your Glass, Will Modestly Discover To Yourself, That Of Yourself Which You Yet Know Not Of.

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

When I Got Enough Confidence, The Stage Was Gone. When I Was Sure Of Losing, I Won. When I Needed People The Most, They Left Me. When I Learnt To Dry My Tears, I Found A Shoulder To Cry On. And When I Mastered The Art Of Hating, Somebody Started Loving Me.

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!

When Fortune Means To Men Most Good, She Looks Upon Them With A Threatening Eye.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

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.

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

Romeo And Juliet Love

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From Whence They Have Their Nourishment.

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

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

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

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

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

Seems," Madam? Nay, It Is; I Know Not "seems." 'tis Not Alone My Inky Cloak, Good Mother, Nor Customary Suits Of Solemn Black, Nor Windy Suspiration Of Forced Breath, No, Nor The Fruitful River In The Eye, Nor The Dejected 'havior Of The Visage, Together With All Forms, Moods, Shapes Of Grief, That Can Denote Me Truly: These Indeed Seem, For They Are Actions That A Man Might Play: But I Have That Within Which Passeth Show; These But The Trappings And The Suits Of Woe.

Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong To None. This Above All: To Thine Own Self Be True. No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty. Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit

A Great While Ago The World Begun, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain; But That's All One, Our Play Is Done, And We'll Strive To Please You Every Day.

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies

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

You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon In Hearing A Cause Between An Orange Wife And A Fosset-seller.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loath To Prove Reason With Them.

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

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.

Time Be Thine, And Thy Best Graces Spend It At Thy Will.

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

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.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Romeo And Juliet Play

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

Safety And Security

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

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

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.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounce It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue; But If You Mouth It, As Many Of Your Players Do, I Had As Lief The Town-crier Spoke My Lines.

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.

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

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

Come Give Us A Taste Of Your Quality.

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice.

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.

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To Obey Instinct, But Stand As Is A Man Were Author Of Himself And Knew No Other Kin.

So Loving To My Mother, That He Might Not Beteem The Winds Of Heaven, Visit Her Face' Too Roughly.

Thus Conscience Does Make Cowards Of Us All; And Thus The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Slicked O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

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

There's A Time For All Things.

All Lovers Swear More Performance Than They Are Able, And Yet Reserve An Ability That They Never Perform; Vowing More Than The Perfection Of Ten, And Discharging Less Than The Tenth Part Of One.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

Love That We Cannot Have Is The One That Lasts The Longest,hurts The Deepest,but Feels The Strongest

For As A Surfeit Of The Sweetest Things The Deepest Loathing To The Stomach Brings, Or As Tie Heresies That Men Do Leave Are Hated Most Of Those They Did Deceive, So Thou, My Surfeit And My Heresy, Of All Be Hated, But The Most Of Me!

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

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

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

Her Father Lov'd Me; Oft Invited Me; Still Question'd Me The Story Of My Life, From Year To Year, The Battles, Sieges, Fortunes, That I Have Pass'd.

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

Love Is Merely A Madness.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

Such An Act That Blurs The Grace And Blush Of Modesty; Calls Virtue Hypocrite; Takes Off The Rose From The Fair Forehead Of An Innocent Love, And Sets A Blister There; Makes Marriage Vows As False As Dicers' Oaths.

The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

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

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate

How Slow This Old Moon Wanes! She Lingers My Desires, Like To A Stepdame, Or A Dowager, Long Withering Out A Young Man's Revenue.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

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

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

Hamlet And Ophelia

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

Brighten Your Day

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

And To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour. Beatrice No, Sure, My Lord, My Mother Cried; But Then There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Omittance Is No Quittance.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

Before Thee Stands This Fair Hesperides, With Golden Fruit, But Dangerous To Be Touched; For Death-like Dragons Here Affright Thee Hard.

Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me, As I Am Confident And Kind To Thee.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Thought Provoking

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

Denmark In Hamlet

Hamlet And Ophelia

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Them; The Good Is Oft Interred With Their Bones.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

Hamlet And Ophelia

Important Hamlet

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means. By Heaven, I Had Rather Coin My Heart, And Drop My Blood For Drachmas

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

Important Hamlet

Why, Friends, You Go To Do You Know Not What: Wherein Hath Caesar Thus Deserved Your Loves? Alas, You Know Not: I Must Tell You Then: You Have Forgot The Will I Told You Of. . . . . Here Is The Will, And Under Caesar's Seal. To Every Roman Citizen He Gives, To Every Several Man, Seventy-five Drachmas. . . . . Moreover, He Hath Left You All His Walks, His Private Arbours And New-planted Orchards, On This Side Tiber; He Hath Left Them You, And To Your Heirs For Ever, Common Pleasures, To Walk Abroad, And Recreate Yourselves. Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Procrastination

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