Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.

Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one.

From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

If yon bethink yourself of any crime Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight.

The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

Tis often seen Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign lands.

Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath not lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth?

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

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