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For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
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It is the disease of not listening...... that I am troubled with.
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But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
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I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
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The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
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To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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The object of Art is to give life a shape.
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A king of infinite space
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There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
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How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
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I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
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The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
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And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
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Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
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Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
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A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.
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The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
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Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii
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The insolence of office.
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Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
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Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
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Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
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It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.