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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.
Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.
Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust; But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.
What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?
Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die.
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part.
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Oft has good nature been the fool's defence, And honest meaning gilded want of sense.
You can treat experience as a set of surprises on which to exercise your quirky self.
The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.
On solemn asses fall plush sinecures, So keep a straight face and sit tight on yours.
The wonderful workings of the world: wonderful, wonderful: I'm surprised half the time
Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
It matters less to venerate things than to live with them on terms of good friendship.
When one woman tells her truth, it makes a space for other women to tell their truths.
No woman is really an insider in the institutions fathered by masculine consciousness.
This complaining rambling rubbish is the substitute which has taken the place of love.
I think of my best poems as vessels that I can or hope to fill with everything I have.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.
Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.
Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes; And when in act they cease, in prospect rise.
The heart resolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.