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El infierno está vacío, y todos los diablos están aquí.

And strange it is That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds.

Where is your husband? LADY MACDUFF: I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly.

Villain I am none. Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.

Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive / That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?

What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.—

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be Doth dwell.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

Of a certain knight that swore by his honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his honor the mustard was naught. Now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn. From

What need the bridge much broader than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity.

A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit. How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!

Anything that's mended is but patched. Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

Invest me in my motley. Give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Come, my spade; there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers; they hold up Adam's profession.

Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

Is this a prologue or a posy of a ring? Ophelia: Tis brief, my lord Hamlet: As woman's love.

A spirit I am indeed,   But am in that dimension grossly clad   Which from the womb I did participate.   Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,   I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,   And say, 'Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

A good lenten answer! I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.

How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remain.

Though this knave came something saucily into this world before he was sent for, yet was is mother Fair; there was good sport at his making, and the Whoreson must be acknowledged.

Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breath What thou hast said to me.