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    No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

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I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.

I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.

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I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. read more

I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

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Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. read more

Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

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A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more read more

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. read more

The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

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Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible read more

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. read more

Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

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