All men are not alike; clay and clay differs in dignity, whose dust is both alike.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, roughew them how we will.
When we were born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
A merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a.
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults looks handsome in three pounds a year !
The worst is not so long as we can say "This is the worst."
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law my services are bound.
Where is any author in the world, teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ?
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
they sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
they are the books, the arts, the academes,
that show, contain, and nourish all the world.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.
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