Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee

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