| |  | | | | | | | | | | | Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness. | | Uncategorized | | | Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? | | Uncategorized | | | Yield not thy neck to fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind still ride in triumph over all mischance. | | Uncategorized | | | Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous | | Uncategorized | | | You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. | | Uncategorized | | | You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. | | Uncategorized | | | You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard | | Uncategorized | | | You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch, therefore bear you the lantern. | | Uncategorized | | | You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valor, but to bear | | Uncategorized | | | | | You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies. | | Uncategorized | | | | | You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care. | | Respect; World | | | | | | | You know that love will creep in service when it cannot go. | | Uncategorized | | | | | You maid of hindering knot grass. You bead! You acorn! | | Uncategorized | | You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those. | | Grief | | | You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely | | Uncategorized | | | | | | | |
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