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When the mind's free
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand,
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
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When we our betters see bearing our woes,
Bear free and patient thoughts.
S 000 ei simolobacɔ 9:10 rado Thou must be patient; we came crying hither; When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Mine enemy's dog,
Tho' he had bit me, should have stood that night
Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant.
There's nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now Heaven hath all;
'Tis sweet and commendable
To give these mourning duties to your father;
To do obsequious sorrow. But to persevere
Foul deeds will rise,
Virtue itself "scapes not calumnious strokes ;
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
To thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Murder, tho' it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
! Vitod Mam bodod you mark his fav'rite flies;
The poor advanc'd makes friends of
19mi679109 duw mig ydt lub ton ob m abomGive me the maned-won dose to That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts,) gbuj yds ov19251 10 90 2's does T May one be pardon'd and retain the offence? Rod broke 19w17od s 19d bus Love doth on fortune tend,sol 10t And who not needs, shall never want a friend And who in want, a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy
yeb odt dyinedes wollot taum ji brA Let me be cruel, not unnaturar o ano pod I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
avitooo fuoa ydt also baim ydt to thisT In the corrupted currents of this World JeningA Offenced gilded hand may shove by Justice A And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize sening of Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above: There is no shufflings there the action lieso1odT In his truaigatore and weiourselves compellid To give in evidence.
Try what repentance can.
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What can it not? W
ils zu to abiswConfess yourself to HeavenЯT Repent what's past avoid what is to come; Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below,
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What is a man, If his chief good, and market of his time, Be but to sleep and feed? A beast,be no more! Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse Looking before and after, gave us not from bak That capability and god-like reason To rust in us unused.
as doi *rt og brs TOUS Mit tu& So full of jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. IridoT
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Knavery's plain face is never seen 'till used.
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
Dull not device by coldness and delay.