William Shakespeare

A man can die but once. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A man can die but once. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.'
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Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.'
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
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My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.