His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
Doubt that the stars are fire Doubt that the sun doth shine Doubt that truth be a liar But never doubt that I love.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
No, Iago,
I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And on the proof, there is no more but this-
Away at once with love or jealousy!
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him to anything.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
Thinkst thou Id make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions No to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.
No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
Therefore, when he sees reason of
fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish
as ours are; yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any
appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his
army.
'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example; so the spirit is eased;
And when the mind is quick'ned, out of doubt
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
She speaks much of her father; says she hears
There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense.
For, now he has crack'd the league
Between us and the Emperor, the Queen's great nephew,
He dives into the King's soul and there scatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,
Fears, and despairs-and all these for his marriage;
And out of all these to restore the King,
He counsels a divorce, a loss of her
That like a jewel has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the King-and is not this course pious?
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories