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Speak To Me As To Thy Thinkings, As Thou Dost Ruminate, And Give Thy Worst Of Thoughts The Worst Of Words.

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Speak To Me As To Thy Thinkings, As Thou Dost Ruminate, And Give Thy Worst Of Thoughts The Worst Of Words.

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Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended.

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.

Therefore, To Be Possess'd With Double Pomp, To Guard A Title That Was Rich Before, To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily, To Throw A Perfume On The Violet, To Smooth The Ice, Or Add Another Hue Unto The Rainbow, Or With Taper-light To Seek The Beauteous Eye Of Heaven To Garnish, Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

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.

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

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

Thus Can The Demigod Authority Make Us Pay Down For Our Offense By Weight The Words Of Heaven; On Whom It Will, It Will, On Whom It Will Not, So: Yet Still 'tis Just.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

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

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

The Painful Warrior Famous For Fight, After A Thousand Victories, Once Foil'd, Is From The Books Of Honor Razed Quite, And All The Rest Forgot For Which He Toil'd

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

No, By My Soul, I Never In My Life Did Hear A Challenge Urged More Modestly, Unless A Brother Should A Brother Dare To Gentle Exercise And Proof Of Arms.

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

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.

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

The Wildest Hath Not Such A Heart As You. Run When You Will, The Story Shall Be Changed: Apollo Flies, And Daphne Holds The Chase; The Dove Pursues The Griffin; The Mild Hind Makes Speed To Catch The Tiger; Bootless Speed, When Cowardice Pursues And Valour Flies.

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

Famous Inspirational

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

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

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday

Do You Take Me For A Sponge, My Lord? Hamlet: Ay, Sir; That Soaks Up The King's Countenance, His Rewards, His Authorities. But Such Officers Do The King Best Service In The End: He Keeps Them, Like An Ape, In The Corner Of His Jaw; First Mouthed, To Be Last Swallowed: When He Needs What You Have Gleaned, It Is But Squeezing You, And, Sponge, You Shall Be Dry Again. Rosencrantz: I Understand You Not, My Lord. Hamlet: I Am Glad Of It: A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Foolish Ear.

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

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.

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!

Can We Outrun The Heavens?

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

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

All Fancy-sick She Is And Pale Of Cheer, With Sighs Of Love, That Costs The Fresh Blood Dear.

There Is A Willow Grows Aslant A Brook, That Shows His Hoar Leaves In The Glassy Stream; There With Fantastic Garlands Did She Come Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Daisies, And Long Purples That Liberal Shepherds Give A Grosser Name, But Our Cold Maids Do Dead Men's Fingers Call Them: There, On The Pendent Boughs Her Coronet Weeds Clambering To Hang, An Envious Sliver Broke; When Down Her Weedy Trophies And Herself Fell In The Weeping Brook.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

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

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

A Man Can Die But Once.

Report Me And My Cause Aright.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

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 Means That Heaven Yields Must Be Embraced, And Not Neglected; Else, If Heaven Would, And We Will Not Heaven's Offer, We Refuse The Proffered Means Of Succor And Redress.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

The Lily I Condemned For Thy Hand, And Buds Of Marjoram Had Stol'n Thy Hair: The Roses Fearfully On Thorns Did Stand, One Blushing Shame, Another White Despair; A Third, Nor Red Nor White, Had Stol'n Of Both And To His Robbery Had Annex'd Thy Breath; But, For His Theft, In Pride Of All His Growth A Vengeful Canker Eat Him Up To Death. More Flowers I Noted, Yet I None Could See But Sweet Or Colour It Had Stol'n From Thee.

It May Do Good; Pride Hath No Other Glass To Show Itself But Pride, For Supple Knees Feed Arrogance And Are The Proud Man's Fees.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

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

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

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

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

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

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

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

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

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

Important Macbeth

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

A Devil, A Born Devil On Whose Nature, Nurture Can Never Stick, On Whom My Pain, Humanly Taken, All Lost, Quite Lost.

How Sweet The Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank Here We Will Sit, And Let The Sounds Of Music Creep In Our Ears; Soft Stillness, And The Night Become The Touches Of Sweet Harmony

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

Thou Hast Seen A Farmer's Dog Bark At A Beggar? And The Creature Run From The Cur. There Thou Mightst Behold The Great Image Of Authority-a Dog's Obeyed In Office.

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

You Are A Tedious Fool.

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

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

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

Though Those That Are Betray'd Do Feel The Treason Sharply, Yet The Traitor Stands In Worse Case Of Woe

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumbered Here While These Visions Did Appear. And This Weak And Idle Theme, No More Yielding But A Dream, Gentles, Do Not Reprehend: If You Pardon, We Will Mend: And, As I Am An Honest Puck, If We Have Unearned Luck Now To 'scape The Serpent's Tongue, We Will Make Amends Ere Long; Else The Puck A Liar Call; So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

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

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

There Is Little Choice In A Barrel Of Rotten Apples.

What's More To Do, Which Would Be Planted Newly With The Time, As Calling Home Our Exiled Friends Abroad That Fled The Snares Of Watchful Tyranny, Producing Forth The Cruel Ministers Of This Dead Butcher And His Fiend-like Queen, Who, As 'tis Thought, By Self And Violent Hands Took Off Her Life; This, And What Needful Else That Calls Upon Us, By The Grace Of Grace We Will Perform In Measure, Time, And Place.

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

Futility Of Life

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

This Is The Excellent Foppery Of The World, That, When We Are Sick In Fortune,--often The Surfeit Of Our Own Behavior,--we Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars: As If We Were Villains By Necessity; Fools By Heavenly Compulsion; Knaves, Thieves, And Treachers, By Spherical Predominance; Drunkards, Liars, And Adulterers, By An Enforced Obedience Of Planetary Influence; And All That We Are Evil In, By A Divine Thrusting On: An Admirable Evasion Of Whoremaster Man, To Lay His Goatish Disposition To The Charge Of A Star.

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.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

Taming Of The Shrew

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

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

Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of The Minnows? Mark You His Absolute 'shall'?

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

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

Drink, Sir, Is A Great Provoker Of Three Things . . . Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine. Lechery, Sir, It Provokes, And Unprovokes; It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance.

The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

For This Relief, Much Thanks

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

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

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

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

She Is Mine Own, And I As Rich In Having Such A Jewel As Twenty Seas, If All Their Sand Were Pearl, The Water Nectar, And The Rocks Pure Gold.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.

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

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh - But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That Some Impurity Doth Not Pollute.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

Care Keeps His Watch In Every Old Man’s Eye, And Where Care Lodges, Sleep Will Never Lie.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

Although The Last, Not Least.

The Patient Must Minister To Himself

Let Husbands Know Their Wives Have Sense Like Them. They See, And Smell, And Have Their Palates Both For Sweet And Sour, As Husbands Have.

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

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.

When Faced With A Sea Of Troubles, Take Action, And In So Doing End It.

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

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

Report Of Fashions In Proud Italy Whose Manners Still Our Tardy-apish Nation Limps After In Base Imitation

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

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

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

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

When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced The Rich Proud Cost Of Outworn Buried Age; When Sometime Lofty Towers I See Down-razed And Brass Eternal Slave To Mortal Rage; When I Have Seen The Hungry Ocean Gain Advantage On The Kingdom Of The Shore, And The Firm Soil Win Of The Watery Main, Increasing Store With Loss And Loss With Store; When I Have Seen Such Interchange Of State, Or State Itself Confounded To Decay; Ruin Hath Taught Me Thus To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

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

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

Wedding Anniversary

Can You Nominate In Order Now The Degrees Of The Lie? I Will Name You The Degrees. The First, The Retort Courteous; The Second, The Quip Modest; The Third, The Reply Churlish; The Fourth, The Reproof Valiant; The Fifth; The Countercheck Quarrelsome; The Sixth, The Lie With Circumstance; The Seventh, The Lie Direct. All These You May Avoid But The Lie Direct; And You May Avoid That Too, With An If. . . . Your If Is The Only Peace-maker; Much Virtue In If.

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.

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

A King Of Infinite Space

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

I Thank You All And Here Dismiss You All, And To The Love And Favor Of My Country Commit Myself, My Person, And The Cause.

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

This Was The Noblest Roman Of Them All. All The Conspirators, Save Only He,did That They Did In Envy Of Caesar;he Only, In A General Honest Thoughtand Common Good To All, Made One Of Them. His Life Was Gentle, And The Elementsso Mixd In Him That Nature Might Stand Upand Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

I Did Never Know So Full A Voice Issue From So Empty A Heart: But The Saying Is True 'the Empty Vessel Makes The Greatest Sound'.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

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

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