"Thou art the Mars of malcontents."
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"And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"
"Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't."
"One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish."
"To sleep perchance to dream"
"Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse."
"Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop."
"A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month."
"When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony."
"Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds."
"Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace."
"Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation."
"If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers"
"There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured."
"An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation."
"My love is as a fever, longing still."
"With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation."
"Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please."
"I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity."
"Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace."