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Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.
A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.
Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves!
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings.
Then blame not those who, by the mightiest lever Known to the moral world, Imagination.
Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
A man who knows how little he knows is well, a man who knows how much he knows is sick.
Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.
A life I didn't choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do.
I really like working by myself without any distractions, learning from my own mistakes.
A white male child of perfect innocence and intelligence makes the most suitable victim.
Must not understanding lie open unto wisdom as the pyramids lie open to the stars? (6:2)
Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.
There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?
Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.
He knows to live who keeps the middle state, and neither leans on this side nor on that.
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.