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Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
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Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!
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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?
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You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
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When I waked, I cried to dream again
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To saucy doubts and fears.
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I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
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For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
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Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
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I am a feather for each wind that blows
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Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
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When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!
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I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
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When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows
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I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
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The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.
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Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
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Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
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So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
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See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
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There's not a shirt and a half in all my company, and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves.
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Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
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Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)