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This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.
There is a law in each well-ordered nation To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory.
I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit; Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope.
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin there shall I end; My life is run his compass.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! But it means that they have the ability to deal with it
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.
Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.
As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream.
Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canter dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.
The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.
Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
No .... holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom.