I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

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Why this is very midsummer madness.

Why this is very midsummer madness.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on...

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on...

Action is eloquence.

Action is eloquence.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be. For loan oft loses both itself and friend,...

Neither a borrower nor a lender be. For loan oft loses both itself and friend,...

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a...

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for...

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for...

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his...

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his...

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know...

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know...

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.