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Abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.
Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.
Full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
Be as thou wast wont to be. See as thou wast wont to see.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
Yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.
Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.
Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?
Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction.
Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live
I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.