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But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she’s a good wench for this gear.
Talking isn’t doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.