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Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them. They see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have.
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Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
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For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
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Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
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Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
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O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
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Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.
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[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.
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No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
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Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
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Words to deeds cold breath gives.
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Come not within the measure of my wrath.
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He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
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Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
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There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
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A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
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Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
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These violent delights have violent ends.
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God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
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Beware the ides of March.
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for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
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Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' season Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors, Which some call nature's bastards.
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We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.