Tuesday, November 3, 2009

More Shakespeare

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

`Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.

The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

Frailty, thy name is woman!

Sweet mercy is nobility`s true badge.

Things won are done; joy`s soul lies in the doing.

How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.

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