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Thus did I keep my person fresh and new, My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen but wondered at, and so my state, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.
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Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?
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I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
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ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
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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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I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
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I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope.
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But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
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Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
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Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
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Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity.
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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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Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
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A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
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Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
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Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
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Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
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How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
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This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
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Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
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This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
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I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.