The patient must minister to himself

Men have marble, women waxen, minds.

Make passionate my sense of hearing.

I can give the loser leave to chide.

Juliet is the east and i am the sun.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

Hardness ever of hardness is mother.

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

The Eyes are the window to your soul

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

He wears the rose Of youth upon him.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Gold were as good as twenty orators.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

The soul of this man is his clothes.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Let every man be master of his time.

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

I had as lief have been myself alone.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Every offense is not a hate at first.

Haste is needful in a desperate case.

My love is as a fever, longing still.

I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.

A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.

Grace and remembrance be to you both.

We must follow, not force Providence.

A good wit will make use of anything.

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

I am declined Into the vale of years.

The man that hath no music in himself

There is a tide in the affairs of men

There is nothing serious in Mortality

Silence is the perfect herald of joy.

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

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