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There Is A River In Macedon, And There Is Moreover A River In Monmouth. It Is Called Wye At Monmouth, But It Is Out Of My Prains What Is The Name Of The Other River; But 'tis All One, 'tis Alike As My Fingers Is To My Fingers, And There Is Salmons In Both.

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There Is A River

William Shakespeare

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There Is A River In Macedon, And There Is Moreover A River In Monmouth. It Is Called Wye At Monmouth, But It Is Out Of My Prains What Is The Name Of The Other River; But 'tis All One, 'tis Alike As My Fingers Is To My Fingers, And There Is Salmons In Both.

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O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

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Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

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

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

Officers, What Offence Have These Men Done? Dogberry Marry, Sir, They Have Committed False Report; Moreover, They Have Spoken Untruths; Secondarily, They Are Slanders; Sixth And Lastly, They Have Belied A Lady; Thirdly, They Have Verified Unjust Things; And, To Conclude, They Are Lying Knaves.

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Thy Tongue Makes Welsh As Sweet As Ditties Highly Penn'd, Sung By A Fair Queen In A Summer's Bower, With Ravishing Division, To Her Lute.

The Proverb Is Something Musty.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

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Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Procrastination

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Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

By That Sin Fell The Angels.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

The Play's The Thing.

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

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

Should The Poor Be Flattered? No; Let The Candied Tongue Lick Absurd Pomp, And Crook The Pregnant Hinges Of The Knee Where Thrift May Follow Fawning.

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

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Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth, And Thus Do We Of Wisdom And Of Reach, With Windlasses And With Assays Of Bias, By Indirections Find Directions Out.

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

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

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.

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Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!

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This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

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It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

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Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

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O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict Me!

Are You Up To Your Destiny?

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A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.

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Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

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The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

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Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

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When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

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Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.

The Past Is Prologue.

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

Lions Make Leopards Tame.

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.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

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

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

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

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

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

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

Use Every Man According To His Desert And Who Should 'scape Whipping? Use Them After Your Own Honor And Dignity, The Less They Deserve ... The More Merit In Your Bounty.

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

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

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight; Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It: So Are Those Crisped Snaky Golden Locks Which Make Such Wanton Gambols With The Wind Upon Supposed Fairness, Often Known To Be The Dowry Of A Second Head, The Skull That Bred Them In The Sepulchre.

Thou Art A Slave, Whom Fortune's Tender Arm With Favour Never Clasp'd; But Bred A Dog.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments. Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove: O No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken; It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken. Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come: Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Proved, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Loved.

But Pearls Are Fair; And The Old Saying Is: Black Men Are Pearls In Beauteous Ladies' Eyes.

Macduff: What Three Things Does Drink Especially Provoke? Porter: Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine.

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

To Be Generous, Guiltless, And Of A Free Disposition Is To Take Those Things For Bird-bolts That You Deem Cannon-bullets.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.

All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are Known.

And So, From Hour To Hour, We Ripe And Ripe. And Then, From Hour To Hour, We Rot And Rot; And Thereby Hangs A Tale.

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

My Nature Is Subdued To What It Works In, Like The Dyer's Hand.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Unless Hours Were Cups Of Sack, And Minutes Capons, And Clocks The Tongues Of Bawds, And Dials The Signs Of Leaping-houses, And The Blessed Sun Himself A Fair Hot Wench In Flame-colored Taffeta, I See No Reason Why Thou Shouldst Be So Superfluous To Demand The Time Of The Day.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

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

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Thyself And Thy Belongings Are Not Thine Own So Proper, As To Waste Thyself Upon Thy Virtues, They On Thee. Heaven Doth With Us As We With Torches Do, Not Light Them For Themselves; For If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us 't Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not. Spirits Are Not Finely Touch'd But To Fine Issues; Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence, But, Like A Thrifty Goddess, She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor - Both Thanks And Use.

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

Gratiano Speaks An Infinite Deal Of Nothing, More Than Any Man In All Venice. His Reasons Are As Two Grains Of Wheat Hid In Two Bushels Of Chaff: You Shall Seek All Day Ere You Find Them, And When You Have Them, They Are Not Worth The Search.

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

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.

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.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.

Friends Now Fast Sworn, Whose Double Bosoms Seems To Wear One Heart, Whose Hours, Whose Bed, Whose Meal And Exercise Are Still Together, Who Twin, As 'twere, In Love, Unseparable, Shall Within This Hour, On A Dissension Of A Doit, Break Out To Bitterest Enmity; So Fellest Foes, Whose Passions And Whose Plots Have Broke Their Sleep To Take The One The Other, By Some Chance, Some Trick Not Worth An Egg, Shall Grow Dear Friends And Interjoin Their Issues.

If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing Why, They Also Hate Without Much Foundation.

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.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

A Sympathy In Choice.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

Oh God! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times Make Mountains Level, And The Continent, Weary Of Solid Firmness, Melt Itself Into The Sea.

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

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

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

For My Part, I May Speak It To My Shame, I Have A Truant Been To Chivalry; And So I Hear He Doth Account Me Too.

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Good Lord, For Alliance! Thus Goes Every One To The World But I, And I Am Sunburnt; I May Sit In A Corner And Cry Heigh-ho For A Husband!

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

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

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

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