O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
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Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my...
He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such...
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...
Every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own...
Action is eloquence.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
This is the way to kill a wife; with kindness.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...
There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called...
Putts get real difficult the day they hand out the money.