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I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words.
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant, as earth to centre.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.
But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
Faith, I have been a truant in the law And never yet could frame my will to it, And therefore frame the law unto my will.
To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all thought.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.
And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
I prithee gentle friend, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passions, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity!
Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should drew us fairly for our end.
I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.