Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Quote by Shakespeare

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Love is too young to know what conscience is.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

There's method in his madness

There's method in his madness

We cannot all be masters

We cannot all be masters

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without...

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without...

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways

But like of each thing that in season grows.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

And Summers and Winters scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away

And Summers and Winters scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away

It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were...

It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were...