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When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.
Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.
I understand a fury in your words But not your words.
Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)
Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant.
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.
Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't.
Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.