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Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.
My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.
Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!
But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.
I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.
Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
But I will be, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.
Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.
Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.