If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

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Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to...

If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to...

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their...

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their...

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,...

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...

This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

The worst is death, and death will have his day.

The worst is death, and death will have his day.

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a...

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a...

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

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...

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.