'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Quote by Shakespeare

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Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

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

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

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor,...

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor,...

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

There's place and means for every man alive.

There's place and means for every man alive.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be...

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be...

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I...

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I...

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a...

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a...

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.

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

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;...

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For...

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For...

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined,...

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined,...