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Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well
O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.
When I was at home I was in a better place
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
The nature of bad news affects the teller.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
None can cure their harms by wailing them.
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Nothing is sure in London, except expense.
Wisdom sits with children round her knees.
Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.
O dearer far than light and life are dear.
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
There's simply too much fuss about myself.
Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.
All new learning looks at first like chaos.
To do something very common, in my own way.
Hallucination is a raw climb to a dead end.