Allow not nature more than nature needs.
All's well that ends well.
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
They danced by the light of the moon.
And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.
We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurred the worst
The rain, it raineth every day.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.
I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
Directing Skyfall was one of the best experiences of my professional life, but I have theatre and other commitments, including productions of Charlie And The Chocolate Factory and King Lear, that need my complete focus over the next year and beyond.
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