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Then To Silvia Let Us Sing That Silvia Is Excelling. She Excels Each Mortal Thing Upon The Dull Earth Dwelling.

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Then To Silvia Let

William Shakespeare

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Then To Silvia Let Us Sing That Silvia Is Excelling. She Excels Each Mortal Thing Upon The Dull Earth Dwelling.

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Let's Take The Instant By The Forward Top; For We Are Old, And On Our Quick'st Decrees The Inaudible And Noiseless Foot Of Time Steals Ere We Can Effect Them.

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So Loving To My Mother, That He Might Not Beteem The Winds Of Heaven, Visit Her Face' Too Roughly.

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

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Bring Me A Constant Woman To Her Husband, One That Ne'er Dream'd A Joy Beyond His Pleasure, And To That Woman, When She Has Done Most, Yet Will I Add An Honour-a Great Patience.

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Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

Supposition All Our Lives Shall Be Stuck Full Of Eyes; For Treason Is But Trusted Like The Fox, Who, Ne'er So Tame, So Cherished And Locked Up, Will Have A Wild Trick Of His Ancestors.

A Sentence Is But A Cheveril Glove To A Good Wit; How Quickly The Wrong Side May Be Turned Outward!

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Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.

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Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

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When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

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Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

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O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

Tremble, Thou Wretch, That Hast Within Thee Undivulged Crimes Unwhipped Of Justice.

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

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

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O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.

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Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

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

I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large A Charter As The Wind, To Blow On Whom I Please, For So Fools Have.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Farewell, A Long Farewell To All My Greatness! This Is The State Of Man: Today He Puts Forth The Tender Leaves Of Hope, Tomorrow Blossoms, And Bears His Blushing Honours Thick Upon Him: The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost, And - When He Thinks, Good Easy Man, Full Surely His Greatness Is A-ripening - Nips His Root, And Then He Falls, As I Do.

I Can Give The Loser Leave To Chide.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

What E'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time.

Thus With A Kiss I Die

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.

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

But Earthlier Happy Is The Rose Distill'd Than That Which Withering On The Virgin Thorn Grows, Lives, And Dies In Single Blessedness.

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

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

Why, What's The Matter, That You Have Such A February Face, So Full Of Frost, Of Storm And Cloudiness?

Have Patience, And Endure

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

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.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Why, Thou Knowest I Am As Valiant As Hercules, But Beware Instinct. The Lion Will Not Touch The True Prince. Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was A Coward On Instinct.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

New Opportunity

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.

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.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

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

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

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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.

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Important Hamlet

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

The Breach Of Custom Is Breach Of All.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!

Eye Of Newt, And Toe Of Frog, Wool Of Bat, And Tongue Of Dog, Adder's Fork, And Blind-worm's Sting, Lizard's Leg, And Owlet's Wing, For A Charm Of Powerful Trouble, Like A Hell-broth Boil And Bubble.

There's Nothing Ill Can Dwell In Such A Temple. If The Ill Spirit Have So Fair A House, Good Things Will Strive To Dwell With't

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

If The Skin Were Parchment And The Blows You Gave Were Ink, Your Own Handwriting Would Tell You What I Think.

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