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Parting is such sweet sorrow.

He that dies pays all his debts.
Words pay no debts.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, and after one hour more twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, and then from hour to hour we rot and rot. and thereby hangs a tale.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
The devil can site scripture for his own purpose! An evil soul producing holy witness is like a villain with a smiling cheek. [Merchant Of Venice]
Such as we are made of, such we be.
The devil has the power to assume a pleasing shape.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we might win, by fearing to attempt.[Measure For Measure]
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life, is rounded with a sleep. [The Tempest]
Thought are but dreams till their effects are tried.
The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns. [Hamlet]
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. [Merchant Of Venice]
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
I wasted time, and now time doth waste me.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed.
All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, the clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked I cried to dream again.

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