No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world. vinnie Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard... trevor Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. martha My library Was dukedom large enough.

A very ancient and fish-like smell. chuck Be great in act, as you have been in thought.

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