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You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
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God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
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All difficulties are easy when they are known.
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There is a history in all men's lives.
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O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
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Oh what fools we mortals are.
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Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
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Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
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They are hare-brain'd slaves.
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O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
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Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
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To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I stand,-- That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd.
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So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.
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Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!
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The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
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Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
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And send him many years of sunshine days!
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I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
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Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
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The heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.
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I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
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To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
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Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.
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what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes