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I do desire we may be better strangers.

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Had doting Priam checked his son's desire, Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.

O that this too too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly, But bear-like I must fight the course.

If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed; For nothing canst thou to damnation add Greater than that.

O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once! To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here, And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!

Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

But, O thou tyrant, Do not repent these things, for they are heavier Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee To nothing but despair.

He who has never hoped can never despair.

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, From me, whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage, and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine!

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff And good from bad find no partition.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies, Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Think you I bear the shears of destiny? Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.

I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight. I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.