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The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of
[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.
Had laws not been, we never had been blam'd; For not to know we sinn'd is innocence.
You cannot slay yourself in me, Nor I to all eternity Destroy my truest self in you.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France
The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.
While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.
Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.
So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.
Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace.
Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste: Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!
A large, branching, aged oak is perhaps the most venerable of all inanimate objects.
There is no such thing as writer's block for writers whose standards are low enough.
Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
A Primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was something more.
And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest.
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
I like poems where you don't really know whether to laugh or cry when you read them.
We place no reliance On virgin or pigeon; Our Method is Science, Our Aim is Religion.