Fare you well, your suit is cold.’ Cold indeed, and labour lost, Then farewell, heat, and welcome, frost
The Merchant of Venice
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Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
Henry VI, Part 2
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I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
The Merchant of Venice
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Our doubts are traitors, And makes us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Measure for Measure
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good company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people.
Henry VIII
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To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
Much Ado About Nothing
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