Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
God send everyone their heart's desire!
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.
Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live
More matter with less art.
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Speak comfortable words.
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
Oh what fools we mortals are.
I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.
Set we forward; let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together. So through Lud's town march, And in the temple of the great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify, seal it with feasts. Set on there! Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
I dote on his very absence.
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