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My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.
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Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.
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Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything.
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Light and lust are deadly enemies.
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Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
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I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.
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And a man's life's no more than to say "One."
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He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
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And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
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Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
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Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!
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Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
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She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
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The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole.
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But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
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Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.
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Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.
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I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
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Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
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His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
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Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.... [W]hat can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?... [N]othing can we call our own, but death... [L]et us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings: - How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd.