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All that glitters is not gold
All's well that ends well
As good luck would have it
As merry as the day is long
Bated breath
Bag and baggage
Bear a charmed life
Be-all and the end-all
Beggar all description
Better foot before
The better part of valor is discretion
In a better world than this
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
Brave new world
Break the ice
Breathed his last
Brevity is the soul of wit
Refuse to budge an inch
Catch a cold
Cold comfort
Conscience does make cowards of us all
Come what come may
Comparisons are odorous
Crack of doom
Dead as a doornail
A dish fit for the gods
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war
Dog will have his day
Devil incarnate
Eaten me out of house and home
Elbow room
Farewell to all my greatness
Faint hearted
Fancy-free
Fight till the last gasp
Flaming youth
Forever and a day
For goodness' sake
Foregone conclusion
Full circle
The game is afoot
The game is up
Give the devil his due
Good riddance
Jealousy is the green-eyed monster
It was Greek to me
Heart of gold
Her infinite variety
'Tis high time
Hoist with his own petard
Household words
A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Ill wind which blows no man to good
Improbable fiction
In a pickle
In my heart of hearts
In my mind's eye
Infinite space
Infirm of purpose
In my book of memory
It is but so-so
It smells to heaven
Itching palm
Kill with kindness
Killing frost
Knit brow
Knock knock! Who's there?
Laid on with a trowel
Laughing stock
Laugh yourself into stitches
Lean and hungry look
Lie low
Live long day
Love is blind
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water
Melted into thin air
Though this be madness, yet there is method in it
Make a virtue of necessity
The Makings of
Milk of human kindness
Ministering angel
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows
More honored in the breach than in the observance
More in sorrow than in anger
More sinned against than sinning
Much Ado About Nothing
Murder most foul
Naked truth
Neither rhyme nor reason
Not slept one wink
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it
Obvious as a nose on a man's face
Once more into the breach
One fell swoop
One that loved not wisely but too well
Time is out of joint
Out of the jaws of death
Own flesh and blood
Star-crossed lovers
Parting is such sweet sorrow
What's past is prologue
[What] a piece of work [is man]
Pitched battle
A plague on both your houses
Play fast and loose
Pomp and circumstance
A poor thing, but mine own
Pound of flesh
Primrose path
Quality of mercy is not strained
Salad days
Sea change
Seen better days
Send packing
How sharper than the serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Make short shrift
Sick at heart
Snail paced
Something in the wind
Something wicked this way comes
A sorry sight
Sound and fury
Spotless reputation
Stony hearted
Such stuff as dreams are made on
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep
The short and the long of it
Sweet are the uses of adversity
Sweets to the sweet
Swift as a shadow
Tedious as a twice-told tale
Set my teeth on edge
Tell truth and shame the devil
Thereby hangs a tale
There's no such thing
There's the rub
This mortal coil
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily
To thine own self be true
Too much of a good thing
Tower of strength
Towering passion
Trippingly on the tongue
Truth will out
Violent delights have violent ends
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
What the dickens
What's done is done
What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
What fools these mortals be
Wild-goose chase
Wish is father to that thought
Witching time of night
Working-day world
The world's my oyster
Yeoman's service