William Shakespeare

Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.

Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
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And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace's feet?

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
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A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.