I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.
But are not some whole that we must make sick?
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
We will have rings and things and fine array
Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
Nor are those empty-hearthed whose low sound reverbs no hollowness.
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.
But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.
Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
The let-alone lies not in your good will.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.
Tis no mean happiness to be seated in the mean.
Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter'd in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.- Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he.
I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
Fill till the wine o'erswell the cup
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