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A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. King Lear, Act ii, Scene 2
Ah! what a sign it is of evil life, when death's approach is seen so terrible!
A falcon, touring in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Macbeth, Act ii, Scene 4
A woman impudent and mannish grown is not more loathed than an effeminate man in time of action.
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom and ever three parts coward.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods. Cymbeline (Arviragus at III, vi)
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All pride is willing pride. Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act ii, Scene 1
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As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
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As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed with raven's feather from unwholesom fen drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er!
And that same dew, which some time on the buds was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, stood now within the pretty floweret's eyes, like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, as there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise. Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv, Scene 15
And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of. Julius Caeasar, Act I, Scene 2
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail. Unwilling to school. As you Like It, Act ii, Scene 7
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All the learned and authentic fellows. All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
And why not death, rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; and Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, and feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night, there is no music in the nightingale; unless I look on Silvia in the day, there is no day for me to look upon; she is my essence; and I leave to be, if I be not by her fair influence foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom: tarry I here, I but attend on death; but, fly I hence, I fly away from life. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act iii, Scene 1
As I have seen a swan wth bootless labour swim against the tide and spend her strength with over-matching waves. Henry VI, Act I, Scene 4