"Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold."
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"Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets."
"He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends."
"We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love."
"We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurred the worst"
"Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win."
"When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear."
"This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror."
". . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle."
"Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer."
"Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!"
"Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate."
"Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man."
"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it."
"Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig."
"Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses."
"That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet as it was before."
"I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting."
"Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search."
"That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty."