For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.
For I am full of spirit and resolve to meet all perils very constantly.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, nor the power of speech, to stir men's blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours
For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.
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