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The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love
Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.
I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
You know who you are, but know not who you could be.
So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time
As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
The cheek Is apter than the tongue to tell an errand.
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.
Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.
Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.