One man in his time plays many parts.
Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Turn hell-hound, turn.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.
Great men may jest with saints 'tis wit in them But in the less foul profanation.
Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.
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