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Dive into a storySweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.
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Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 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This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 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This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 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This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 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This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The readiness is all. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.
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