Shakespeare play from quotes

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

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