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So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't.
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!
Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.
Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.
Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords!
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All many be well.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
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.
The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?
It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.
Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!
I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As is a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
This act is an ancient tale new told; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable.
With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.
Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man.
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.
Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.