An overflow of good converts to bad.
From William Shakespeare
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
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