William Shakespeare

Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.

Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
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Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers
As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude,
Where every something being blent together
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy
Expressed and not expressed.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Are you drawn forth among a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offense?
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Are you drawn forth among a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offense?
Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?
What lawful quest have given their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence's death
Before I be convict by course of law?
To threaten me with death is most unlawful:
I charge you, as you hope [to have redemption
By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,]
That you depart, and lay no hands on me.
The deed you undertake is damnable.

So study evermore is overshot.
While it doth study to have what it would,
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So study evermore is overshot.
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should;
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
'Tis won as towns with fire; so won, so lost.