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William Shakespeare
All places that...
All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy necessity to reason...
I count myself...
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends.
How long a...
How long a time lies in one little word!
Source: Richard II, I. iii. (213).
--...
I am sworn...
I am sworn brother, sweet,
To grim Necessity, and he and I
Will keep a league till...
The purest treasure...
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted...
I have been...
I have been studying how I may compare
The prison where I live unto the world.
As in a...
As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters...
A jewel in...
A jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in...
God pardon all...
God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee!
That which in...
That which in mean men we entitle patience
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
Woe to the...
Woe to the land that's govern'd by a child!
Source: Richard III, II:3
-- William...
Conscience is but...
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.
I have set...
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Source:...
An honest tale...
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Source: Richard III, IV. iv....
Our stern alarums...
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings;
Our dreadful marches to delightful...
Since every Jack...
Since every Jack became a gentleman
There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
I have not...
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
True hope is...
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures...
And thus I...
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I...
I do not...
I do not know that Englishman alive
With whom my soul is any jot at odds
More than the infant that is born...