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He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
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When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.
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Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
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Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked?
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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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The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
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Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen Neither in inward worth nor outward fair Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
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Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil.
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I would with such perfection govern, sir, T'excel the golden age.
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For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.
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Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
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O you beast! I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
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Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
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Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
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Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.
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Faults that are rich are fair.
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Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
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Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
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You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
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I see a man's life is a tedious one.
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Pardon's the word to all.
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What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant.
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So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.