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Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.

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Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.

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

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

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Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

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Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

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

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

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My Meaning In Saying He Is A Good Man, Is To Have You Understand Me That He Is Sufficient.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

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Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.

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Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love, Whose Fresh Complexion And Whose Heart Together Affliction Alters.

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Are You Up To Your Destiny?

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O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

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I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

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For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lillies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

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He That Dies Pays All Debts.

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Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose. An Evil Soul Producing Holy Witness Is Like A Villain With A Smiling Cheek, A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart. O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

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

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An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

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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.

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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.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

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

To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour.

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)

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Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

Fair Katherine, And Most Fair, Will You Vouchsafe To Teach A Soldier Terms Such As Will Enter At A Lady's Ear, And Plead His Love-suit To Her Gentle Heart?

I Can Again Thy Former Light Restore, Should I Repent Me: But Once Put Out Thy Light, Thou Cunning'st Pattern Of Excelling Nature, I Know Not Where Is That Promethean Heat That Can Thy Light Relume.

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

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.

Bounty, Being Free Itself, Thinks All Others So.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

O Wonderful, Wonderful, And Most Wonderful Wonderful! And Yet Again Wonderful, And After That, Out Of All Hooping.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

Procrastination

Therefore I Tell My Sorrows To The Stones; Who, Though They Cannot Answer My Distress, Yet In Some Sort They Are Better Than The Tribunes, For That They Will Not Intercept My Tale: When I Do Weep, They Humbly At My Feet Receive My Tears And Seem To Weep With Me; And, Were They But Attired In Grave Weeds, Rome Could Afford No Tribune Like To These.

So Weary With Disasters, Tugg'd With Fortune, That I Would Set My Life On Any Chance, To Mend, Or Be Rid On't.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.

Iago: She That Was Ever Fair And Never Proud, Had Tongue At Will And Yet Was Never Loud, Never Lack'd Gold And Yet Went Never Gay, Fled From Her Wish And Yet Said 'now I May,' She That Being Anger'd, Her Revenge Being Nigh, Bade Her Wrong Stay And Her Displeasure Fly, She That In Wisdom Never Was So Frail To Change The Cod's Head For The Salmon's Tail; She That Could Think And Ne'er Disclose Her Mind, See Suitors Following And Not Look Behind, She Was A Wight, If Ever Such Wight Were,-- Desdemona: To Do What? Iago: To Suckle Fools And Chronicle Small Beer.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions Let Us Go If You Say Ay, The King Will Not Say No.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

Here Feel We But The Penalty Of Adam, The Seasons' Difference, As The Icy Fang And Churlish Chiding Of The Winter's Wind, Which, When It Bites And Blows Upon My Body, Even Till I Shrink With Cold, I Smile.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect Mine Eyes.

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

That Strain Again! It Had A Dying Fall: O, It Came O'er My Ear Like The Sweet Sound That Breathes Upon A Bank Of Violets, Stealing And Giving Odour! Enough; No More: 'tis Not So Sweet As It Was Before.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

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

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?

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

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

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

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

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Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.

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

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

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

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

Wait For The Season When To Cast Good Counsels Upon Subsiding Passion.

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.

Don't Judge A Man's Conscience By Looking At His Face Cause He May Have A Bad Heart.

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