I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

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True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he...

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he...

She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age...

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age...

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

I wear not My dagger in my mouth

I wear not My dagger in my mouth

Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks

Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

I have a bone to pick with Fate

I have a bone to pick with Fate

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.