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Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the los Of what is past.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!
By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occasion.
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.
There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)
This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings.
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune.
There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.
What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.