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If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
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A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do.
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O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140) So excellent a king; that was, to this.
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Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee.
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The golden age is before us, not behind us.
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Frailty, thy name is woman!
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I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.
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Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
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If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee; wish not one man more.
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Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away
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I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
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Do not for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect.
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Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
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Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
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I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
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Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
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You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
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Every fair from fair sometime declines
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For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
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God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
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Haply a woman's voice may do some good When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
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Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.