much that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness.
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LEONATO
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
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Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, Gives her fame which never dies. So the life that died with shame Lives in death with glorious fame. Hang thou there upon the tomb, Praising her when I am dumb.
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will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes;
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Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?
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beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear: In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.
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is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean
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all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not.
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I must be sad when I have cause and smile at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humour.