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When the mind's free

The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else

-Filial ingratitude!

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand,
For lifting food to it?

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Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have taken
Too little care of this! Take physic, Pomp,-
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the Heavens more just!

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When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
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The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune
Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear
The lamentable change is from the best.

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Thou must be patient; we came crying hither; When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools..

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Mine enemy's dog,

Tho' he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire.

Where I could not be honest,

I never yet was valiant.

There's nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Heaven and yourself

Had part in this fair maid; now Heaven hath all; Your part in her you could not keep from death, But Heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

'Tis sweet and commendable

duties to your father;

To give these mourning du

But, you must know, your father lost a father,
That father his; and the survivor bound

In filial obligation, for some term

To do obsequious sorrow. But to persevere
In obstinate condolement, is a course
Which shows a will most incorrect to Heaven.

Foul deeds will rise,

Tho' all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Virtue itself"scapes not calumnious strokes ;
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.

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Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar ;
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd unfledg'd comrade.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

To thine own self be true;

And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Murder, tho' it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.


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What is a man,

If his chief good, and market of his time,


Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more!
Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse
Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and god-like reason
To rust in us unused.

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Te? * So full of jealousy is guilt,

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

Rough-hew them how we will. That is most certain.

How poor are they that have not patience?


To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

Knavery's plain face is never seen 'till used.

If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article.


Dull not device by coldness and delay.

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