For
every man with his affects is born,
Not
by might master'd but by special grace
(Love’s
Labour’s Lost, Act 1, Scene 1, lines 155-156)
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'tis
all men's office to speak patience
To
those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But
no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To
be so moral when he shall endure
The
like himself.
(Much
Ado About Nothing, Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 2095-2099)
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For
there was never yet philosopher
That
could endure the toothache patiently
(Much
Ado About Nothing, Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 2103-2104)
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Love
is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as
well
a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why
they
are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so
ordinary
that the whippers are in love too.
(As
You Like It, Act 3, Scene 2, Lines 1476-1479)
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I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Among the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth.
(The Winter's Tale, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 351-355)
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I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Among the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth.
(The Winter's Tale, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 351-355)
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