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  • Let me have men about me that are fat,
    Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:
    Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
    He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
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  • O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
    So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
    That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
    I would not spend another such a night
    Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days-
    So full of dismal terror was the time!
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  • How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.
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  • So help me God, as I have watch'd the night-
    Ay, night by night- in studying good for England!
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  • My good friends, I'll leave you till night.
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  • Did my heart love till now Forswear it, sight, For I never saw true beauty till this night.
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  • Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
    For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
    And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
    And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
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  • I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves
    a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't; said to
    be something imperfect in favouring the first complaint, hasty
    and tinder-like upon too trivial motion; one that converses more
    with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the
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  • Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night.
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  • Till night, my lord, and all night too!
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  • To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
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  • Our love was new, and then but in the spring
    When I was wont to greet it with my lays,
    As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
    And stops her pipe in growth of riper days-
    Not that the summer is less pleasant now
    Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
    But that wild music burthens every bough,
    And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
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  • Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days Compare dead happiness with living woe Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse Revolving this will teach
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  • This is the night; That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
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  • This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
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