Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
You should account me the more virtuous, that I have
not been common in my love.
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket
Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
What's the matter
That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble Senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
Would feed on one another?
O, these men, these men!
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
The first, 'the retort courteous' the second, 'the quip modest' the third, 'the reply churlish' the fourth, 'the reproof valiant' the fifth, 'the countercheck quarrelsome' the sixth, 'the lie with circumstance' the seventh, 'the lie direct'.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Methought I heard a voice cry Sleep no more Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief n
O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,
When women cannot love where they're belov'd!
Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.
I love long life better than figs.
If music be the food of love, then play on.
If there be any pody in the house, and in the
chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive
my sins at the day of judgment!
Frailty, thy name is woman.
Smatter with your gossips, go!
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime,
In the spring time, &c.
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear,
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new beloved anywhere;
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.
Truly, the hearts of men are fun of fear.
Heaven, the treasury of everlasting joy.
Thou common friend, that's without faith or love-
For such is a friend now; treacherous man,
Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have persuaded me.
Be not afeard the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fearSeeing that death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite canopied over with luscious woodbine With sweet muskroses and with eglantine. There sleeps Titania sometime of the night Lulled in these flowers with dances and delights.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.
Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Your Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty's manhood,
what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is; I hope
your Majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will
avouchment, that this is the glove of Alencon that your Majesty
is give me; in your conscience, now.
Look here, Iago,
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
Master, go one, and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind
All unseen 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
She told her, while she kept it,
'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father
Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt
After new fancies.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow hell!
Fly, run, hue and cry, villain; I am undone.
I must weep,
But they are cruel tears; this sorrow's heavenly,
It strikes where it doth love.
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength
To make a more requital to your love!
A horse a horse my kingdom for a horse.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and
by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot
of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will
think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow
lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may
be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful.
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