Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched unfledged comrade.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Give me some music music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
From action and adventure?
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift.
The man that hath no music in himself, .... Let no such man be trusted.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children, and our sins, lay on the King!
Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full Of direst cruelty.
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw my self to win!
The world is but a word.Were it all yours to give it in a breath,How quickly were it gone
O, how full of briers is this working-day world.
Knock at his study, where they say he keeps
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
Tell him Revenge is come to join with him,
And work confusion on his enemies.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
Your horse would trot as well were some of your brags dismounted.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
Be just and fear not.
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.
He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
Nor nothing else with his proud sight agrees.
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one,
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