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Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.

William Shakespeare

He wears the rose
Of youth upon him.

William Shakespeare

Men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike.

William Shakespeare

To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to 't with delight.

William Shakespeare

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.

William Shakespeare

The shirt of Nessus is upon me.

William Shakespeare

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon 't.

William Shakespeare

That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.

William Shakespeare

Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods
Detest my baseness.

William Shakespeare

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

William Shakespeare

O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.

William Shakespeare

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion.

William Shakespeare

For his bounty,
There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was
That grew the more by reaping.

William Shakespeare

If there be, or ever were, one such,
It's past the size of dreaming.

William Shakespeare

Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.

William Shakespeare

I have
Immortal longings in me.

William Shakespeare

Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.

William Shakespeare

Hath his bellyful of fighting.

William Shakespeare

How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.

William Shakespeare

The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.

William Shakespeare

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.

William Shakespeare

As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

William Shakespeare

Some griefs are medicinable.

William Shakespeare

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.

William Shakespeare

So slippery that
The fear's as bad as falling.

William Shakespeare

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