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You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
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He is well paid that is well satisfied. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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I am never merry when I hear sweet music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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These blessed candles of the night. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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We will answer all things faithfully. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
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The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
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Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
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Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
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One out of suits with fortune. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
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Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
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My pride fell with my fortunes. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
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-Cel.
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O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
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Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
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We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
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Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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“Poor deer,” quoth he, “thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.” -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.
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I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, “It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see,” quoth he, “how the world wags.” -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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Motley 's the only wear. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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The “why” is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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True is it that we have seen better days. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
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It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
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