I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

If you be King, why should not I succeed?

How much an ill word may empoison liking!

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

If money go before, all ways do lie open.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.

Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.

Keep thy friend Under thy own life's key.

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!

If fortune torments me, hope contents me.

For now they kill me with a living death.

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.

Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator.

So all my best is dressing old words new.

Covering discretion with a coat of folly.

Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

What else may hap, to time I will commit.

By Heaven, I love thee better than myself

Every good servant does not all commands.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Nothing is certain in London but expense.

The child shall become father to the man.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.

A heart makes a good home for the friend.

Hope roves in a future of fame and wealth.

Experience is always larger than language.

Invoke often! Inflame thyself with prayer!

I was going to be a memory when I grew up.

The Right Divine of Kings to govern wrong.

Love the offender, yet detest the offense.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

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