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And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave.

III, iii, l. 153

And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

V, iii, l. 307

And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings: How some have been depos’d, some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos’d, Some poison’d by their wives, some sleeping kill’d; All murder’d: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.

III, ii, l. 152

And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.

I, iii, l. 143

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

IV, ii, l. 30

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s In deepest consequence.

I, iii, l. 123

And ruin’d love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

Sonnet 119, l. 11

And sheath’d their swords for lack of argument.

III, i, l. 21

And simple truth miscall’d simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.

Sonnet 66, l. 11

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

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