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What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel; But Being In, Bear't That The Opposed May Beware Of Thee. Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment. Costly Thy Habit As Thy Purse Can Buy, But Not Express'd In Fancy; Rich, Not Gaudy; For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.