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Love is a smoke made with fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;

For some must watch, while some must sleep
So runs the world away

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

He doth nothing but talk of his horses.

Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. Do not go forth to-day.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.

Who doth molest my contemplation?

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)

How soon this mightiness meets misery; And if you can be merry then, I'll say A man may weep upon his wedding-day.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Let each man do his best.

Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me
All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more.
Let's mock the midnight bell.

Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.

In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

'Tis brief, my lord ... as woman's love.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

All offences come from the heart.

I dote on his very absence.

Cut him out in little stars.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

Love? His affections do not that way tend

Black and portentous must this humour46 prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. [140] Benvolio

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!

Youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

I will do anything ... ere I'll be married to a sponge.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.

what ho, apothecary!

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

Honor, riches, marriage-blessing
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!

He even obsessively contemplates the fact that he obsessively contemplates.

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.

Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad.

A politician ... one that would circumvent God.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,

I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment.

I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain'.

I can bear a charmed life

To me, fair friend, you never shall be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd
So seems your beauty still.

There is an old poor man, ... Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.

Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

O! never say that I was false of heart,

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.

Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

My hands are of your colour; but I shame
To wear a heart so white.

The miserable have no medicine but hope.

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.

And I will make it felony to drink small beer.

Thou unfit for any place but hell.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.

Age, thou hast lost thy labor.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

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

I should not urge thy duty past thy might.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men
When for so slight and frivolous a cause
Such factious emulations shall arise!

O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die

Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.

Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live.

Hat our contempt often hurls from us,
We wish it our again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering,does become
The opposite of itself..

When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

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

Good wine needs no bush.

therein lies the rub

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

to early seen unknown...and known to late

But fish not with this melancholy bait
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.

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

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

So fair and foul a day I have not seen.

Love me! ... Why?

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
And time to speak it in. You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster.

and the rest is silence

If your mind dislike anything obey it

My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.

Love reasons without reason.

But man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep.

Nay, we must think men are not gods,
Nor of them look for such observancy
As fits the bridal.