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| Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? (M for M, Act ii, Sc.2) | | Uncategorized | |
| Confess yourself to heaven: Repent what's past; avoid what is to come | | Uncategorized | |
| Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! | | Confusion | |
| Conscience is but a word that cowards use, / Devised at first to keep the strong in awe. | | Conscience | |
| Conscience is but a word that cowards use, / Devised at first to keep the strong in awe. | | Conscience | |
Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipped the offending Adam out of him. | | Uncategorized | |
| Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood | | Conversation | |
| Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, / But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; / For the apparel oft proclaims the man. | | Uncategorized | |
| Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that | | Uncategorized | |
| Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. | | Uncategorized | |
| Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once. | | Uncategorized | |
| Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once. | | Uncategorized | |
| Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. | | Uncategorized | |
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care. | | Uncategorized | |
| Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of care; Youth like the summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare | | Uncategorized | |
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| Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial | | Uncategorized | |
Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear! | | Uncategorized | |
| Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating. | | Uncategorized | |
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