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"Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action."
"If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still."
"Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee."
"A maiden hath no tongue--but thought."
"Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste."
"Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools."
"The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven."
"Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us."
"Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those."
"Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both."
"No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things."
"Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly."
"For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within."
"Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English."
"I am ill at these numbers."
"For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it."
"Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil."
"I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults."
"We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy."
"The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome."