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Quince Francis Flute, The Bellows-mender. Flute Here, Peter Quince. Quince Flute, You Must Take Thisby On You. Flute What Is Thisby? A Wandering Knight? Quince It Is The Lady That Pyramus Must Love. Flute Nay, Faith, Let Me Not Play A Woman; I Have A Beard Coming.

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Quince Francis Flute, The

William Shakespeare

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Quince Francis Flute, The Bellows-mender. Flute Here, Peter Quince. Quince Flute, You Must Take Thisby On You. Flute What Is Thisby? A Wandering Knight? Quince It Is The Lady That Pyramus Must Love. Flute Nay, Faith, Let Me Not Play A Woman; I Have A Beard Coming.

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Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

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For Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep So Runs The World Away

He Hath Not Eat Paper, As It Were; He Hath Not Drunk Ink; His Intellect Is Not Replenished; He Is Only An Animal, Only Sensible In The Duller Parts. (shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, Iv)

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Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

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And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse, As Patches Set Upon A Little Breach, Discredit More In Hiding Of The Fault Than Did The Fault Before It Was So Patch'd.

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

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

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing, And Is Not Careful What They Mean Thereby, Knowing That With The Shadow Of His Wings He Can At Pleasure Stint Their Melody: Even So Mayest Thou The Giddy Men Of Rome.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Ross You Must Have Patience, Madam. Lady Macduff He Had None: His Flight Was Madness: When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Do Make Us Traitors.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

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

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

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

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I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

Therefore Was I Created With A Stubborn Outside, With An Aspect Of Iron, That When I Come To Woo Ladies, I Fright Them. But, In Faith, Kate, The Elder I Wax, The Better I Shall Appear. My Comfort Is That Old Age, That Ill Layer-up Of Beauty, Can Do No More Spoil Upon My Face. Thou Hast Me, If Thou Hast Me, At The Worst, And Thou Shalt Wear Me, If Thou Wear Me, Better And Better.

Did My Heart Love Till Now? Forswear It, Sight! For I Ne'er Saw True Beauty Till This Night.

The Hideous God Of War.

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

Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself.

Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

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What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

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All Offences Come From The Heart.

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

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

Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem Vile; Filths Savour But Themselves.

This Liberty Is All That I Request.

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

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

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Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.

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

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

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

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

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

We Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars; As If We Were Villians By Compulsion.

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

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

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees, And The Mountain Tops That Freeze, Bow Themselves, When He Did Sing; To His Music, Plants And Flowers Ever Sprung; As Sun And Showers There Had Made A Lasting Spring. Every Thing That Heard Him Play, Even The Billows Of The Sea, Hung Their Heads, And Then Lay By. In Sweet Music Is Such Art, Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves; The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament.

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

Would I Were In An Alehouse In London.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

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Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

My Prophecy Is But Half His Journey Yet, For Yonder Walls, That Pertly Front Your Town, Yon Towers, Whose Wanton Tops Do Buss The Clouds, Must Kiss Their Own Feet.

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

For So Work The Honey Bees, Creatures That By A Rule In Nature Teach The Act Of Order To A Peopled Kingdom.

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

There Is Little Choice In A Barrel Of Rotten Apples.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

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

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

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That Is Not The Best Sermon Which Makes The Hearers Go Away Talking To One Another And Praising The Speaker, But Which Makes Them Go Away Thoughtful And Serious, And Hastening To Be Alone.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

She's Good, Being Gone.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

He That Plays The King Shall Be Welcome- His Majesty Shall Have Tribute Of Me; The Adventurous Knight Shall Use His Foil And Target; The Lover Shall Not Sigh Gratis; The Humorous Man Shall End His Part In Peace; The Clown Shall Make Those Laugh Whose Lungs Are Tickle O' Th' Sere; And The Lady Shall Say Her Mind Freely, Or The Blank Verse Shall Halt Fort.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

You'd Be So Lean, That Blast Of January Would Blow You Through And Through. Now, My Fair'st Friend, I Would I Had Some Flowers O' The Spring That Might Become Your Time Of Day.

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

Tis Now The Very Witching Time Of Night, When Churchyards Yawn And Hell Itself Breathes Out Contagion To This World.

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So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

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

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.

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

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.

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

All Furnished, All In Arms; All Plum'd Like Estridges That With The Wind Bated Like Eagles Having Lately Bathed; Glittering In Golden Coats Like Images; As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May And Gorgeous As The Sun At Midsummer; Wanton As Youthful Goats, Wild As Young Bulls.

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

Inspirational Christmas

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

Who Can Control His Fate?

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.

Though It Be Honest, It Is Never Good To Bring Bad News.

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

O, Let Him Pass. He Hates Him That Would Upon The Rack Of This Tough World Stretch Him Out Longer.

Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are Not Steered.

I Cannot Speak Your England.

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

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

At Christmas I No More Desire A Rose Than Wish A Snow In May's New-fangled Mirth; But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

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

Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.

Up And Down, Up And Down I Will Lead Them Up And Down I Am Feared In Field In Town Goblin, Lead Them Up And Down

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Had I But Died An Hour Before This Chance, I Had Liv'd A Blessed Time; For, From This Instant, There's Nothing Serious In Mortality: All Is But Toys; Renown, And Grace Is Dead; The Wine Of Life Is Drawn, And The Mere Lees Is Left This Vault To Brag Of.

He Was Met Even Now As Mad As The Vex'd Sea; Singing Aloud; Crown'd With Rank Fumiter And Furrow-weeds, With Bur-docks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, And All The Idle Weeds That Grow In Our Sustaining Corn.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

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