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Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire. Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror. So shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviors from the great, Grow great by your example and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution.

So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied.

Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings, but I say 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mind own man since.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still; Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level. and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea!

Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms like a malcontent, to relish a love-song like a robin-redbreast, to walk alone like one that had the pestilence, to sigh like a schoolboy that had lost his A B C, to weep like a young wench that had buried her grandam, to fast like one that takes diet, to watch like one that fears robbing, to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmas.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

I had rather be a dog and bay the moon Than such a Roman.

His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.

The gates of monarchs Are arched so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.

Ay, every inch a king.