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I Could A Tale Unfold Whose Lightest Word Would Harrow Up Thy Soul, Freeze Thy Young Blood, Make Thy Two Eyes Like Stars Start From Their Spheres, Thy Knotted And Combined Locks To Part, And Each Particular Hair To Stand On End Like Quills Upon The Fretful Porpentine. But This Eternal Blazon Must Not Be To Ears Of Flesh And Blood. List, List, O List!

-William Shakespeare

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I Could A Tale

William Shakespeare

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I Could A Tale Unfold Whose Lightest Word Would Harrow Up Thy Soul, Freeze Thy Young Blood, Make Thy Two Eyes Like Stars Start From Their Spheres, Thy Knotted And Combined Locks To Part, And Each Particular Hair To Stand On End Like Quills Upon The Fretful Porpentine. But This Eternal Blazon Must Not Be To Ears Of Flesh And Blood. List, List, O List!

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We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

A Victory Is Twice Itself When The Achiever Brings Home Full Numbers.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

He Was Met Even Now As Mad As The Vex'd Sea; Singing Aloud; Crown'd With Rank Fumiter And Furrow-weeds, With Bur-docks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, And All The Idle Weeds That Grow In Our Sustaining Corn.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.

I Was A Coward On Instinct.

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.

Here Come The Lovers, Full Of Joy And Mirth.— Joy, Gentle Friends! Joy And Fresh Days Of Love Accompany Your Hearts!

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions Let Us Go If You Say Ay, The King Will Not Say No.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

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The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

Futility Of Life

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

Barnes Are Blessings.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight; Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It: So Are Those Crisped Snaky Golden Locks Which Make Such Wanton Gambols With The Wind Upon Supposed Fairness, Often Known To Be The Dowry Of A Second Head, The Skull That Bred Them In The Sepulchre.

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

Since I Do Purpose To Marry, I Will Think Nothing To Any Purpose That The World Can Say Against It; And Therefore Never Floutat Me For What I Have Said Against It; For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

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Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?

Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

Now The Fair Goddess, Fortune, Fall Deep In Love With Thee, And Her Great Charms Misguide Thy Opposers' Swords!

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

Love Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

Time Is The King Of Men.

Two Starving Men Cannot Be Twice As Hungry As One; But Two Rascals Can Be Ten Times As Vicious As One.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

Thou Ever Young, Fresh, Lov'd, And Delicate Wooer, Whose Blush Doth Thaw The Consecrated Snow

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.

It Is My Lady! *sighs* O, It Is My Love! O, That She Knew She Were! She Speaks, Yet She Sais Nothing. What Of That? Her Eye Discourses; I Will Answer It. I Am Too Bold, 'tis Not To Me She Speaks; Two Of The Fairest Stars In All The Heaven, Having Some Business, Do Entreat Her Eyes To Twinkle In Their Spheres Till They Return.

The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will Have His Day.

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

Trip Over Love, You Can Get Up. Fall In Love And You Fall Forever. Anyone Can Catch Your Eye, But It Takes Someone Special To Catch Your Heart. Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Falling In Love

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

The Seeming Truth Which Cunning Times Put On To Entrap The Wisest.

See, What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath! He That But Fears The Thing He Would Not Know, Hath, By Instinct, Knowledge From Others' Eyes, That What He Feared Is Chanced.

My Falcon Now Is Sharp And Passing Empty, And Till She Stoop She Must Not Be Full-gorged, For Then She Never Looks Upon Her Lure.

Taming Of The Shrew

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By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

I Have Not Slept One Wink.

Youth Is Full Of Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, And Age Is Tame.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

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That Island Of England Breeds Very Valiant Creatures; Their Mastiffs Are Of Unmatchable Courage.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent Made Glorious Summer By This Sun Of York; And All The Clouds That Lour'd Upon Our House In The Deep Bosom Of The Ocean Buried.

What A Fool Honesty Is.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

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To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

'sblood, You Starveling, You Elf-skin, You Dried Neat's Tongue, You Bull's Pizzle, You Stock-fish! O For Breath To Utter What Is Like Thee! You Tailor's-yard, You Sheath, You Bowcase; You Vile Standing-tuck!

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

If This Were Played Upon A Stage Now, I Could Condemn It As An Improbable Fiction.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

Seems," Madam? Nay, It Is; I Know Not "seems." 'tis Not Alone My Inky Cloak, Good Mother, Nor Customary Suits Of Solemn Black, Nor Windy Suspiration Of Forced Breath, No, Nor The Fruitful River In The Eye, Nor The Dejected 'havior Of The Visage, Together With All Forms, Moods, Shapes Of Grief, That Can Denote Me Truly: These Indeed Seem, For They Are Actions That A Man Might Play: But I Have That Within Which Passeth Show; These But The Trappings And The Suits Of Woe.

Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.

Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A Mortal Woe.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swoln Face? And Wilt Thou Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea; Hark, How Her Sighs Do Blow! She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth: Then Must My Sea Be Moved With Her Sighs; Then Must My Earth With Her Continual Tears Become A Deluge, Overflow'd And Drown'd: For Why My Bowels Cannot Hide Her Woes, But Like A Drunkard Must I Vomit Them. Then Give Me Leave, For Losers Will Have Leave To Ease Their Stomachs With Their Bitter Tongues.

The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.

Lost Friendship

What If This Cursed Hand Were Thicker Than Itself With Brother's Blood Is There Not Rain Enough In The Sweet Heaves To Wash It White As Snow?

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

Then Is It Sin To Rush Into The Secret House Of Death. Ere Death Dare Come To Us?

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

My Love Is Deep; The More I Give To Thee, The More I Have, Both Are Infinite.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

Hamlet And Ophelia

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

Eye Of Newt, And Toe Of Frog, Wool Of Bat, And Tongue Of Dog, Adder's Fork, And Blind-worm's Sting, Lizard's Leg, And Owlet's Wing, For A Charm Of Powerful Trouble, Like A Hell-broth Boil And Bubble.

The Gates Of Monarchs Are Arched So High That Giants May Jet Through And Keep Their Impious Turbans On Without Good Morrow To The Sun.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

For So Work The Honey Bees, Creatures That By A Rule In Nature Teach The Act Of Order To A Peopled Kingdom.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous; And For The Multitude To Be Ingrateful Were To Make A Monster Of The Multitude; Of Which We Being Members, Should Bring Ourselves To Be Monstrous Members.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On Thought.

My Noble Father, I Do Perceive Here A Divided Duty. To You I Am Bound For Life And Education. My Life And Education Both Do Learn Me How To Respect You. You Are The Lord Of My Duty, I Am Hitherto Your Daughter. But Here’s My Husband, And So Much Duty As My Mother Showed To You, Preferring You Before Her Father, So Much I Challenge That I May Profess Due To The Moor My Lord.

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.

If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness, Did Lay Siege To It, Making It Momentary As A Sound, Swift As A Shadow, Short As Any Dream, Brief As The Lightning In The Collied Night That, In A Spleen, Unfolds Both Heaven And Earth, And Ere A Man Hath Power To Say 'behold!' The Jaws Of Darkness Do Devour It Up; So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Moulds, All Germens Spill At Once That Makes Ingrateful Man!

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

I'll Give My Jewels For A Set Of Beads, My Gorgeous Palace For A Hermitage, My Gay Apparel For An Almsman's Gown, My Figured Goblets For A Dish Of Wood, My Scepter For A Palmer's Walking Staff My Subjects For A Pair Of Carved Saints And My Large Kingdom For A Little Grave.

Tis Now The Very Witching Time Of Night, When Churchyards Yawn And Hell Itself Breathes Out Contagion To This World.

Denmark In Hamlet

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

O Faithless Coward! O Dishonest Wretch! Wilt Thou Be Made A Man Out Of My Vice?

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

Romeo And Juliet Love

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.

Ere I Could Make Thee Open Thy White Hand, And Clap Thyself My Love; Then Didst Thou Utter, I Am Your's For Ever!

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

Take You Me For A Sponge?

Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair, Playing In The Wanton Air: Through The Velvet Leaves The Wind, All Unseen Can Passage Find; That The Lover, Sick To Death, Wish'd Himself The Heaven's Breath.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

Methinks I Am A Prophet New Inspired And Thus, Expiring, Do Foretell Of Him: His Rash Fierce Blaze Of Riot Cannot Last, For Violent Fires Soon Burn Out Themselves; Small Show'rs Last Long, But Sudden Storms Are Short; He Tires Betimes That Spurs Too Fast Betimes; With Eager Feeding Doth Choke The Feeder; Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

Venus Smiles Not In A House Of Tears.

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

I Have Had A Most Rare Vision. I Have Had A Dream, Past The Wit Of Man To Say What Dream It Was.

Such An Act That Blurs The Grace And Blush Of Modesty; Calls Virtue Hypocrite; Takes Off The Rose From The Fair Forehead Of An Innocent Love, And Sets A Blister There; Makes Marriage Vows As False As Dicers' Oaths.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

Wedding Anniversary

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypres Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath; I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten And Cry Mew Than One Of These Same Metre Ballet-mongers.

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of Faults.

Full Many A Lady I Have Eyed With Best Regard, And Many A Time Th' Harmony Of Their Tongues Hath Into Bondage Brought My Too Diligent Ear; For Several Virtues Have I Liked Several Women; Never Any With So Full Soul But Some Defect In Her Did Quarrel With The Noblest Grace She Owed, And Put It To The Foil.

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art, As Those Whose Beauties Proudly Make Them Cruel; For Well Thou Know'st To My Dear Doting Heart Thou Art The Fairest And Most Precious Jewel.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us, Sir?

Romeo And Juliet Love

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

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