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The weaker sex, to piety more prone.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
None but blockheads copy each other.
What can be explained is not poetry.
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
The groves were God's first temples.
The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
What power has love but forgiveness?
Some people are more nice than wise.
He who dares not reason, is a slave.
All love is lost but upon God alone.
Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.
Poetry is when you talk to yourself.
The quality of mercy is not strained
The Eyes are the window to your soul
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Let every man be master of his time.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
And either victory, or else a grave.
Your praises will become your wages.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
When I waked, I cried to dream again
An overflow of good converts to bad.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds.
Hardness ever of hardness is mother.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
thou art the best o' the cut-throats
The patient must minister to himself
Gold were as good as twenty orators.
Make passionate my sense of hearing.
Make not your thoughts your prisons.
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
I can give the loser leave to chide.
The soul of this man is his clothes.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
To be direct and honest is not safe.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
Truth takes no account of centuries.
I am this space my body believes in.