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Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
William Shakespeare
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The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
William Shakespeare
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She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.
William Shakespeare
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Some falls the means are happier to rise.
William Shakespeare
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Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.
William Shakespeare
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So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.
William Shakespeare
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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?
William Shakespeare
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I can give the loser leave to chide.
William Shakespeare
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So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.
William Shakespeare
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If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
William Shakespeare
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Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
William Shakespeare
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We were not born to sue, but to command.
William Shakespeare
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A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
William Shakespeare
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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.
William Shakespeare
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We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
William Shakespeare
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By that sin fell the angels.
William Shakespeare
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If music be the food of love, play on.
William Shakespeare
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Patch grief with proverbs.
William Shakespeare
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That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
William Shakespeare
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A little water clears us of this deed.
William Shakespeare
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To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.
William Shakespeare
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Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth; the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. . . . Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.
William Shakespeare
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All's well if all ends well.
William Shakespeare
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But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
William Shakespeare
