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Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
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I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.
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Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd.
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Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
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To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess
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To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
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Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
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All things are ready, if our mind be so.
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I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As is a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
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My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
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I cannot speak your england.
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I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
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We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
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Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well
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I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
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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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A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
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Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
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Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
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My heart is ever at your service.