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Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
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I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.
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See where she comes apparelled like the spring.
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A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
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Avaunt, you cullions!
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Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
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Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
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If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.
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Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
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England is safe, if true within itself.
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Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
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Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
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Conscience is a thousand swords.
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A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
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She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.
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A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain,... makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes.
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My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
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Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men make faults.
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Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
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O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell.
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If there is a good will, there is great way.
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O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
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But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
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Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.