Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
Save where thou art not-though I feel thou art-
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
(Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way)
More Quotes from William Shakespeare:O Fate, take not away thy heavy hand!
And thus I took the vantage of those few-
'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,' quoth I
'This general applause and cheerful shout
Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard.
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
O Valentine, this I endure for thee!
Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf
as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here;
no, though it were as virtuous to lie as to live chastely.
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