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I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
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Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
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Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armorers, and honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
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Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!
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Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
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Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
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It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
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Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle; I am no traitor's uncle, and that word "grace" In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
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Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.
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GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
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What's done can't be undone.
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Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
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He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
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The leopard does not change his spots.
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Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
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A fusty nut with no kernel.
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Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
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The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.
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The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
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I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service.
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A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.