Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks
I am in bloodStepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
Fight till the last gasp.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright
For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all, all honourable men.
I have a soul of leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Boldness be my friend.
Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunder
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent
The fashion of the time is changed
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
Service is no heritage.
Frailty, thy name is woman
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
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