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O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.
Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.
The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.
Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see
Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.
Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues.
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
Who is here so vile that will not love his country?
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Be checked for silence, But never taxed for speech.
To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!