| 1 |
'T were all one
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it.
| Act i. Sc. 1.
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| 2 |
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love.
| Ibid.
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| 3 |
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven.
| Ibid.
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| 4 |
Service is no heritage.
| Sc. 3.
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| 5 |
He must needs go that the devil drives.
| Ibid.
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| 6 |
My friends were poor but honest.
| Ibid.
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| 7 |
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises.
| Act ii. Sc. 1.
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| 8 |
I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught.
| Sc. 2.
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| 9 |
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed.
| Sc. 3.
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| 10 |
They say miracles are past.
| Ibid.
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| 11 |
All the learned and authentic fellows.
| Ibid.
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| 12 |
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd.
| Ibid.
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| 13 |
Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.
| Sc. 4.
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| 14 |
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
| Act iii. Sc. 5.
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| 15 |
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
| Act iv. Sc. 3.
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| 16 |
Whose words all ears took captive.
| Act v. Sc. 3.
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| 17 |
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
| Ibid.
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| 18 |
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.
| Ibid.
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| 19 |
All impediments in fancy's course
Are motives of more fancy.
| Ibid.
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| 20 |
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
| Ibid.
|