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Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
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No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
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As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
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You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.
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O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -
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With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.
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Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth.
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Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.
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What else may hap, to time I will commit.
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It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
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Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
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I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
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Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
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Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.
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Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
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O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.
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Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund
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Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
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The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
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A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
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[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
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Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
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In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
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To whom God will, there be the victory.