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“Where this for many hundred years the bones/Of all my buried ancestors are packed”

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“That the life-weary taker may fall dead“

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Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood

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“And he’ll signify you from time to time/Every good hap to you that chances here”

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“a greater power than we can contradict/hath thwarted our interests”?

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O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune

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“And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks/ Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes/ Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back”

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“It is e’en so?-Then I deny you, stars”

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Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love

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“Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath. there rust and lets me die”

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Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes.

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“One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!”

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“O Fortune, Fortune, all the men call thee fickle/If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him/That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,/For I hope thou wilt not keep him long”

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“This day's black fate on more days doth depend”

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“We were born to die”

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“O fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle. If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, fortune, for then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, but send him back”

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"And all my fortunes at thy foot i'll lay"

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"By whose direction fond'st thou out this place?" "By Love..."

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"I fear too early, for my minds misgivings some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels, and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he hath the steerage of my course Direct my [sail.] On, lusty gentlemen."

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Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

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“ For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss”I. V. 110-111

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“Should without eyes see pathways to his will”

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“One, gentlewoman, that God hath made, himself to mar”

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“Earth treading stars”

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"Ay, mine own fortune in my misery"

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“A sick man in sadnesss makes his will”

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"I am fortunes fool!"

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"A pair of star cross lovers take their life"