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"O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!"
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"The group of people that are insulting the society with ungodliness are those that are out rightly known with ungodliness and those that try to mimic godliness."
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"Let's stop glorifying the devil, giving him power that he does not deserve or have."
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"O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!"
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"To the untrue man, the whole universe is false--it is impalpable--it shrinks to nothing within his grasp."
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"There's a tipping point with lies, a point where you've said something so many times that it feels truer than the truth."
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"Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of wills."
Life
"O gentle Romeo If thou dost love pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay So thou wilt woo: but else not for the world."
Life
"Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."
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"Death is a fearful thing."
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"Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day."
Life
"Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep."
Grief
"Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool?Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him."
Love
"Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave."
Love
"Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.O hateful error, Melancholy's child,Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of menThe things that are not? O Error, soon concieved,Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,But kill'st the mother that engendered thee."
Mistake
"And therefore, - since I cannot prove a lover,To entertain these fair well-spoken days, -I am determined to prove a villain,And hate the idle pleasures of these days."
Villainy
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