William Shakespeare

Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
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Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou are crowned, not that I am dead.

God keep me from false friends!

God keep me from false friends!

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
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Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.