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We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

-William Shakespeare

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We Must Not Stint

William Shakespeare

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We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

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You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

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For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.

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The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

Direct Not Him Whose Way Himself Will Choose; 'tis Breath Not Lack'st, And That Breath Wilt Thou Lose.

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I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

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These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Merchant Of Venice

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

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

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

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

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

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There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

What Can Be Happier Than For A Man, Conscious Of Virtuous Acts, And Content With Liberty, To Despise All Human Affairs?

To Thine Own Self Be True, And It Must Follow, As The Night The Day, Thou Canst Not Then Be False To Any Man.

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

You Are A Tedious Fool.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

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

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First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

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Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

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O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

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Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.

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