William Shakespeare

I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits
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I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's read more

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and read more

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but
in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
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Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.