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O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.
Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
The best quarrels, in the heat, are cursed by those that feel their sharpness.
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires.
Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.
But virtue never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven.
Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.
For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
It is war's prize to take all vantages; And ten to one is no impeach of valor.
A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man.
No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.
Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
How can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief