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And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle.
Thou speak'st like him's untutored to repeat: Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
But pearls are fair; and the old saying is: Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.
My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers.
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?
Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.