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

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