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So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves: The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament. In Law, What Plea So Tainted And Corrupt, But, Being Seasoned With A Gracious Voice, Obscures The Show Of Evil? In Religion, What Damned Error, But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament? There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

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William Shakespeare

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So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves: The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament. In Law, What Plea So Tainted And Corrupt, But, Being Seasoned With A Gracious Voice, Obscures The Show Of Evil? In Religion, What Damned Error, But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament? There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

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Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

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We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

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Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

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

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See The Pretty Follies That Themselves Commit

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

Rashly, And Praised Be Rashness For It--let Us Know, Our Indiscretion Sometime Serves Us Well When Our Deep Plots Do Pall, And That Should Learn Us There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

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

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?

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water

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

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

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

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Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

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I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

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Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

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

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: 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

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Nature Teaches Beasts To Know Their Friends.

The Devil Is A Gentleman.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Oh, Thou Did'st Then Ne'er Love So Heartily. If Thou Rememb'rest Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Inot, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Has't Not Sat As I Do Now, Wearying They Hearer In Thy Mistress's Praise, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Hast Not Broke From Company Abruptly, As My Passion Now Makes Me, Thou Has Not Loved. (silvius)

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

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

The Small Amount Of Foolery Wise Men Have Makes A Great Show.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

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

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

Can It Be That Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness? Having Waste Ground Enough, Shall We Desire To Raze The Sanctuary And Pitch Our Evils There?

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle; I Am No Traitor's Uncle, And That Word "grace" In An Ungracious Mouth Is But Profane.

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

We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes To The Last Man.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

It Is Certain That Either Wise Bearing Or Ignorant Carriage Is Caught As Men Take Diseases, One Of Another.

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

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O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.

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

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

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

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

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

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.

I Have Seen Better Faces In My Time Than Stands On Any Shoulder That I See Before Me At This Instant.

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

Tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.

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

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of It.

Romeo There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murders In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell. I Sell Thee Poison; Thou Hast Sold Me None. Farewell: Buy Food, And Get Thyself In Flesh. Come, Cordial And Not Poison, Go With Me To Juliet's Grave; For There Must I Use Thee.

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

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.

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

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Those That Are Good Manners At The Court Are As Ridiculous In The Country, As The Behavior Of The Country Is Most Mockable At The Court.

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

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Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.

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

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

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

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

All Places That The Eye Of Heaven Visits Are To A Wise Man Ports And Happy Havens. Teach Thy Necessity To Reason Thus; There Is No Virtue Like Necessity.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

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Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!

Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

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He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.

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One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

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