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- Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Richard III, Act I, sc. I
- I do oppose my patience to his fury, and am arm'd to suffer with a quietness of spirit, the very tyranny and rage of his.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Merchant of Venice, Act IV, sc. 1
- Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper sprinkle cool patience.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Hamlet, Act III, sc. 4
- How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Othello, Act II, sc. 3
- His reasons are as two grains of wheat his in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Merchant of Venice, Act I, sc. 1
- Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide the false seems true.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Measure for Measure, Act V, sc. 1
- Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Othello, Act II, sc. 3
- Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Othello, Act III, sc. 3
- The purest treasure mortal times afford is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Richard II, Act I, sc. I
- Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Macbeth, Act II, sc. 2
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