"Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint."
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"Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind."
"O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself."
"The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure."
"So all my best is dressing old words new."
"If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear."
"On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily."
"I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father."
"They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin."
"Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care."
"Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain."
"Love denied blights the soul we owe to God."
"Your tale, sir, would cure deafness."
"Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably."
"O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality."
"So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends."
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
"But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness."
"I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment."
"Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?"