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I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
Women may fail when there is no strength in man
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
See where she comes apparelled like the spring.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
Bosom upon my counsel; You'll find it wholesome.
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
Good reasons must of force give place to better.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
I have sounded the very base-string of humility.
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
And what’s he then that says I play the villain?
Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?
Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
Thanks to men Of noble minds, is honorable meed.
On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.
Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!