William Shakespeare

Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
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Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long run.

(Andrew:) I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But
what's your jest?
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(Andrew:) I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But
what's your jest?
(Maria:) A dry jest, sir.
(Andrew:) Are you full of them?
(Maria:) Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends. Marry, now I
let go your hand, I am barren.

Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.