CLEOPATRA If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY Theres beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA Ill set a bourne how far to be belovd. ANTONY Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
CLEOPATRA If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY Theres beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA Ill set a bourne how far to be belovd. ANTONY Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
By heaven, you do me wrong.
All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!
By heaven, I think there is no man is secure.
I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not
such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
O heaven, were man
But constant, he were perfect!
By heaven, we come to him in perfect love;
And so once more return and tell his Grace.
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight
Till our scale turn the beam.
A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair,
wore gloves in my cap; serv'd the lust of my mistress' heart and
did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake
words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that
slept in the contriving of lust, and wak'd to do it.
If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate;
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In Mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she made
(Unless things mortal move them not at all)
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
And passion in the gods.
A villain kills my father; and for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart.
And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
Heaven make you better than your thoughts!
Patch up thine old body for heaven.
I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if there
be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease
it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and
have more occasion to know one another.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
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