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It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate.
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.
Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still
I read the newspaper avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.
Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.
No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth.
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.
It is the certainty that they possess the truth that makes men cruel.
If a million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
I have long had this premonition of a bright day and a deserted house
Thirst of wealth no quiet knows, But near the death-bed fierce grows.
Reading a poem in translation is like kissing a woman through a veil.
Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
There's no friend like someone who has known you since you were five.
Many varieties of sonnet, of course, have been written over the ages.
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.
I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive.