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But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
I would that I were low laid in my grave. I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.
Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows
All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions.
Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.