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These blessed candles of the night.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
What light through yonder window breaks?
Do all men kill the things they do not love?
All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend?
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.