What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.

Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

The cheek Is apter than the tongue to tell an errand.

A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use

Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.

What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

And whatever I do will become forever what I've done.

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.

in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief

The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.

Love is the only principle which makes life tolerable.

Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.

History is a novel for which the people is the author.

The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.

A woman without breasts is like a bed without pillows.

History books that contain no lies are extremely dull.

My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.

And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

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