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The world must be peopled!
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One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
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Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.
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I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
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Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
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The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
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O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
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The play's the thing.
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Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.
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My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.
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A very scurvy fellow.
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The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
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Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
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Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.
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I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
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I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
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If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
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O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!
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I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.
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Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.
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But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.
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Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
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It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
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And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.