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That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
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Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
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For now they kill me with a living death.
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If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
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Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.
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A man can die but once.
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And send him many years of sunshine days!
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
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Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance.
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I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
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So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.
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Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
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I would fain die a dry death.
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A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
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There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
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Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
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We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
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It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.
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Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will.
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To you your father should be as a god.
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A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
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If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still.
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Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.