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    Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.

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It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too read more

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Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. -King Henry VI. Part II. read more

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Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more

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Even in the force and road of casualty. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.

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Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

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All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed read more

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Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, read more

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