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O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?
No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
Time does not have the same appeal for every one
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
A turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind.
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.
Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.
Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
What need the bridge much broader than the flood?
Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.