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

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