Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
So shines a good deed in a weary world.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Such seems your beauty still.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water-bath is to the body.
Talking isn't doing It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
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