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O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come. — William Shakespeare

How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee? — William Shakespeare

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. — William Shakespeare

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. — William Shakespeare

Happy is your grace,
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style — William Shakespeare

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation. — William Shakespeare

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow. — William Shakespeare

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose.
For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed. — William Shakespeare

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. — William Shakespeare

Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath. — William Shakespeare

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground. — William Shakespeare

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent
sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more. — William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought ... — William Shakespeare

Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. — William Shakespeare

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished. Friar Lawrence to Romeo. — William Shakespeare

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain. — William Shakespeare

Farewell, sweet playfellow. — William Shakespeare

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. — William Shakespeare

What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves
To wash it white as snow? — William Shakespeare

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight. — William Shakespeare

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet. — William Shakespeare

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy
eyes - and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's. — William Shakespeare

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past. — William Shakespeare

To give yourself away keep yourself still,
And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill. — William Shakespeare

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. — William Shakespeare

Parting is such sweet sorrow — William Shakespeare

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before. — William Shakespeare

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial — William Shakespeare

Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them. They see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have. — William Shakespeare

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive. — William Shakespeare

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. — William Shakespeare

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. — William Shakespeare

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. — William Shakespeare

I am never merry when I hear sweet music. — William Shakespeare

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet
Though to itself it only live and die — William Shakespeare

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night ... — William Shakespeare

The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours,
Even in the moment that we call them ours. — William Shakespeare

I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense. — William Shakespeare

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth. — William Shakespeare

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo — William Shakespeare

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. — William Shakespeare

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud;
Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. — William Shakespeare

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. — William Shakespeare

Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy. — William Shakespeare

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses. — William Shakespeare

How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give! — William Shakespeare

'Tis sweet to kiss a girl on Spring's first day, but only half so sweet as 'tis to kiss a girl on her bootyhole. — William Shakespeare

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair. — William Shakespeare

A kiss, long as my exile, as sweet as my revenge. — William Shakespeare

Nay, had I pow'r, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth. — William Shakespeare

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end — William Shakespeare

Sweets to the sweet. — William Shakespeare

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery! — William Shakespeare

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn — William Shakespeare

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears. — William Shakespeare

This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it. — William Shakespeare

Sweet are the uses of adversity. — William Shakespeare

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. — William Shakespeare

What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. — William Shakespeare

Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow. When I'm not there, you can sleep with my wife. — William Shakespeare

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head. — William Shakespeare

Shall I compare you to a summer's day?
You are more lovely and milder,
Rough winds shake the sweet buds of May,
A summer is way to short. — William Shakespeare

O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, — William Shakespeare

Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute. — William Shakespeare

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? — William Shakespeare

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. — William Shakespeare

In springtime, the only pretty ring time
Birds sing, hey ding
A-ding, a-ding
Sweet lovers love the spring - — William Shakespeare

OTHELLO Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd! — William Shakespeare

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live. — William Shakespeare

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad! — William Shakespeare

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. — William Shakespeare

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears. — William Shakespeare

More flow'rs I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee. — William Shakespeare

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity. — William Shakespeare

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery? — William Shakespeare

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love. — William Shakespeare

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last. — William Shakespeare

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music. — William Shakespeare

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept! — William Shakespeare