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What a mere child is Fancy,
That, having two fair gauds of equal sweetness,
Cannot distinguish, but must cry for both.
–Two Noble Kinsmen,
Act IV, Scene ii

What a mere child is Fancy,
That, having two fair gauds of equal sweetness,
Cannot distinguish, but must cry for both.
–Two Noble Kinsmen,
Act IV, Scene ii

How many things by season season’d are
To their right praise and true perfection!
-The Merchant of Venice,
Act V, Scene i

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.
—Macbeth,
Act I, Scene ii

O, it is excellent
To have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
— Measure for Measure,
Act II, Scene ii

…but doth not the appetite alter?
A man loves the meat in his youth
that he cannot endure in his age.
—Much Ado About Nothing,
Act II, Scene iii

Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised?
I’ll say as they say, and persever so,
And in this mist at all adventures go.
—Comedy of Errors,
Act II, Scene ii

Where words are scarce,
they are seldom spent in vain.
^Richard II,
Act II, Scene i