Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

Quote by Shakespeare

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What's done can't be undone.

What's done can't be undone.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

I am ill at these numbers

I am ill at these numbers

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

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...

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

He is not great who is not greatly good.

He is not great who is not greatly good.

But screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail.

But screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail.

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own...

Every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own...

They have a plentiful lack of wit

They have a plentiful lack of wit

'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.

'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...

There is nothing certain in a mans life but that he must lose it.

There is nothing certain in a mans life but that he must lose it.

In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life...

In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life...