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He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.

William Shakespeare

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

William Shakespeare

Commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

William Shakespeare

A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick-shaws, tell William cook.

William Shakespeare

His cares are now all ended.

William Shakespeare

Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.

William Shakespeare

A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

William Shakespeare

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die!

William Shakespeare

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!

William Shakespeare

Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

William Shakespeare

Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

William Shakespeare

Base is the slave that pays.

William Shakespeare

Even at the turning o' the tide.

William Shakespeare

His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.

William Shakespeare

As cold as any stone.

William Shakespeare

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

William Shakespeare

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

William Shakespeare

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.

William Shakespeare

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start.

William Shakespeare

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

William Shakespeare

Men of few words are the best men.

William Shakespeare

I thought upon one pair of English legs
Did march three Frenchmen.

William Shakespeare

You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

William Shakespeare

The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch;
Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other's umbered face;
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.

William Shakespeare

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.

William Shakespeare

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