Shakespeare play from quotes

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To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
And many strokes, though with a little axe,/Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
All the world ’s a stage,/And all the men and women merely players.
A plague o’ both your houses!
A young man married is a man that ’s marr’d
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,/Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods,/They kill us for their sport.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend/The brightest heaven of invention!
Our revels now are ended.
That no Italian priest/Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
As an arrow shot/From a well-experienc’d archer hits the mark/His eye doth level at.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground/And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
Golden lads and girls all must,/As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
His nature is too noble for the world:/He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,/Or Jove for ’s power to thunder.
The quality of mercy is not strain’d
The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world/Like a Colossus, and we petty men/Walk under his huge legs and peep about/To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Now is the winter of our discontent/Made glorious summer by this sun of York
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,/Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/Her infinite variety.
We have heard the chimes at midnight.
Let’s go hand in hand, not one before another
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,/But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,/Chaos is come again.
If it were done when ’t is done, then ’t were well/It were done quickly
Had I but served my God with half the zeal/I served my king, he would not in mine age/Have left me naked to mine enemies.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.
If music be the food of love, play on
The better part of valour is discretion.

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