BACON |
SHAKESPEARE |
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I was born free. |
I was born free. |
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And the Devill, raising brabbles in the air, |
In private brabble did we apprehend him. |
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She hath a good broken-mouth'd pot at her left side, that
holds a pretty scantling of wine. |
The success, although particular, shall give a scantling
of good or bad unto the general. |
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The beginning of health consists in knowing the infirmity
and that the sick man be willing to take the medicines that
the Physician ordaines. |
A Mans owne Observation, |
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All these exploits are, have bin, and shall be the workes
of fame, which mortals desire as a reward, and part of the
immortalitie, which their famous actes deserve. |
Fame is of that force, as there is scarcely any great
action wherein it hath not a great part. |
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Truth is stretcht but never breakes, and tramples on the
lie, as oyle doth upon water. |
It is not the lie, that passeth through the Minde, but
the lie that sinketh in, that doth the hurt. |
I want that glib and oily art - to speak and purpose
not. |
walls have ears. |
No remedy when walls hear without warning. |
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And it more tormenteth me |
But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue. |
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Come death, hidden, without paine |
Come away, come away, death. . . |
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I desired my Brother that he would cloath me in mans
apparell, in one of his suits. |
Were it not better that I did suit me all points like a
man, a boar-spear in my hand. |
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When the sun shines, he shines upon all. |
This must my comfort be, |
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The Divell lurkes behind the Crosse. |
The devil can quote Scripture for his purpose. |
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The nearer the Church, the further from God. |
The nearer the church, the further from God. |
And thus I clothe my naked villany, and seem a saint when
most I play the devil. |
The night came on, it being about Mid-summer. |
Four nights will quickly dream away the time. |
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The Boat-Swaine gave warning with his whistle to the
Slaves, to dis-robe themselves: which was done in a
instant. |
Boat-Swaine: Heigh, my hearts! Take in the topsail. Tend
to the master's whistle. |
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Statutes not kept are the same as if they were not
made. |
The cessation and abstinence to execute these unnecesssry
laws do mortify the execution of such as are wholesome. |
In time the rod becomes more mocked than feared. |
Time out of mind |
Time out of mind |
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I was so free with him as not to mince the matter. |
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. |
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Without a wink of sleep |
I have not slept one wink. |
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What put you in this pickle? |
How cam'st thou in this pickle? |
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He's a muddled fool, full of lucid intervals. |
Lucid intervals and happy pauses. |
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Mum's the word. |
Cry 'mum'. |
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They can expect nothing but their labour for their
pains. |
I had my labour for my travail. |
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Ill luck seldom comes alone. |
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in
battalions. |
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A good name is better than riches. |
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that
which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed. |
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Murder will out |
Murder will speak |
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As one egg is like another |
We are almost as like as eggs. |
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Sweet meat must have sowre sauce. |
Being full of your nere cloying sweetnesse |
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It will not be amisse to lay somewhat againe my mine
eare; for it grieves me very much. One of the goat-herds
beholding the hurt, bad him be of good cheere, for he would
apply a remedie that should cure it. |
And taking some Rosemary leaves, he hewd them, and after
mixed a little salt among them, and applied this medicine to
the eare; he bound it up well with a cloth, assuring him
that he needed to use no other medicine, as it proved after
in effect. |
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He would tell us most punctually the clips of the Sunne
and the Moone. "Eclipse it is called, not clips." said Don
Quixote. |
The standing is slippery, and the regress is either a
downfall, or at least, an eclipse, which is a melancholy
thing. |
The mortall Moone hath her eclipse indured, and the sad
Augurs mock their owne presage. |
Here my exploits suffer'd a total Eclipse. Here fell my
Happiness. |
She hath indured strange eclipse. |
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sorbonicoficabilitudinistally |
honorificabilitudine |
honorificabilitudinitatibus |
Strike while the iron is hot. |
Heat me these irons hot. |
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And their very Wills, like the different Motions of a
well regulated Watch, were always subservient to their
Unity, and still kept time with one another. |
"Whoever hather her wish, thou hast thy Will . . . Let no
unkinde, no faire beseechers kill, Thinke all but one, and
me in that one Will. |
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