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The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous Main, Seems To Cast Water On The Burning Bear, And Quench The Guards Of The Ever-fixed Pole.

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The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous Main, Seems To Cast Water On The Burning Bear, And Quench The Guards Of The Ever-fixed Pole.

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I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

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Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

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

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

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Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

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Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

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For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

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A Table Full Of Welcome Makes Scarce One Dainty Dish.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

A Man In All The World's New Fashion Planted, That Hath A Mint Of Phrases In His Brain.

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

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Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

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Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

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Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.

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It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.

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Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

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If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

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In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood, Disguise Fair Nature With Hard-favour'd Rage; Then Lend The Eye A Terrible Aspect; . . . . Now Set The Teeth And Stretch The Nostril Wide, Hold Hard The Breath And Bend Up Every Spirit To His Full Height. On, On, You Noblest English.

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

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.

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We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.

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