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Is there any pleasure in anger? Yes, if the fire of my anger appeases the ashes of my friends.
in darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling conspicuously alone.
The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers
We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.
I have said no To everything, in order to get at myself. I have wiped away moonlight like mud.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
The philosopher cannot seriously put to himself questions that his civilization has not lived.
The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
The women that I picked spoke sweet and low And yet gave tongue. "Hound voices" were they all.
God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, And gives a little round of deeds and days.
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.
The same disappointments in life will chasten and refine one man's spirit, embitter another's.
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.
To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear.
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.
Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms?
God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!
Necessity may be the mother of lucrative invention, but it is the death of poetical invention.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
It's a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor's orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.
Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.
Go back so far there is another language go back far enough the language is no longer personal.
The most important thing in this world is faith. Without faith you cannot communicate with God.