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I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

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I Love Thee So,

William Shakespeare

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I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

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Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck, And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy. But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck, Of Plagues, Of Dearths, Or Season's Quality; Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell ... Or Say With Princes If It Shall Go Well.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

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On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.

We Must Every One Be A Man Of His Own Fancy.

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush Stumble And Fall.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do Not Go Forth To-day.

Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful Neighs Piercing The Night's Dull Ear; And From The Tents The Armorers Accomplishing The Knights, With Busy Hammers Closing Rivets Up, Give Dreadful Note Of Preparation.

Women Are Not In Their Best Fortunes Strong, But Want Will Perjure The Ne'er-touched Vestal.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension, And The Poor Beetle, That We Tread Upon, In Corporal Sufferance Finds A Pang As Great As When A Giant Dies.

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

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

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Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

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

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

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A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

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Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.

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Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

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I Have Almost Forgotten The Taste Of Fears: The Time Has Been, My Senses Would Have Cool’d To Hear A Night-shriek; And My Fell Of Hair Would At A Dismal Treatise Rouse And Stir As Life Were In’t: I Have Supt Full With Horrors; Direness, Familiar To My Slaughterous Thoughts, Cannot Once Start Me.

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How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

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Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?

O World, World! Thus Is The Poor Agent Despised. O Traitors And Bawds, How Earnestly Are You Set A-work, And How Ill Requited! Why Should Our Endeavor Be So Loved, And The Performance So Loathed?

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Oft Expectation Fails, And Most Oft There Where Most It Promises; And Oft It Hits Where Hope Is Coldest, And Despair Most Fits.

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One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.

At Christmas I No More Desire A Rose Than Wish A Snow In May's New-fangled Mirth; But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Time Be Thine, And Thy Best Graces Spend It At Thy Will.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

How Wayward Is This Foolish Love That, Like A Testy Babe, Will Scratch The Nurse And Presently, All Humble, Kiss The Rod.

The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

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Although The Last, Not Least.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

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She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared

He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.

. . From This Moment The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand. And Even Now, To Crown My Thoughts With Acts, Be It Thought And Done.

Even As One Heat Another Heat Expels, Or As One Nail By Strength Drives Out Another, So The Remembrance Of My Former Love Is By A Newer Object Quite Forgotten.

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

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

Futility Of Life

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray Thee.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

I'll Forbear; And Am Fallen Out With My More Headier Will To Take The Indisposed And Sickly Fit For The Sound Man.

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

The Fittest Time To Corrupt A Man's Wife Is When She's Fallen Out With Her Husband.

Petruchio: Come, Come, You Wasp; I' Faith, You Are Too Angry. Katherine: If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting. Petruchio: My Remedy Is Then, To Pluck It Out. Katherine: Ay, If The Fool Could Find Where It Lies. Petruchio: Who Knows Not Where A Wasp Does Wear His Sting? In His Tail. Katherine: In His Tongue. Petruchio: Whose Tongue? Katherine: Yours, If You Talk Of Tails: And So Farewell. Petruchio: What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

Hear The Meaning Within The Word.

Dealing With People

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, Thou Art Not So Unkind As Mans Ingratitude Thy Tooth Is Not So Keen, Because Thou Art Not Seen, Although Thy Breath Be Rude. Heigh-ho Sing, Heigh-ho Unto The Green Holly Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly. Then Heigh-ho The Holly This Life Is Most Jolly. Freeze, Freeze, Thou Bitter Sky, That Dost Not Bite So Nigh As Benefits Forgot Though Thou The Waters Warp, Thy Sting Is Not So Sharp As Friend Rememberd Not.

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

There Is Little Choice In A Barrel Of Rotten Apples.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.

O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not Mad, Sweet Heaven; Keep Me In Temper; I Would Not Be Mad!

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

You Cannot, Sir, Take From Me Any Thing That I Will More Willingly Part Withal: Except My Life, Except My Life, Except My Life.

Hamlet And Ophelia

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Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

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

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

Romeo And Juliet Love

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

Never Play With The Feelings Of Others, Because You May Win The Game But The Risk Is That You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time

Infirm Of Purpose! Give Me The Daggers: The Sleeping And The Dead Are But As Pictures: ‘tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

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

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding. Have I Not Tarried? Ay, The Grinding; But You Must Tarry The Bolting. Have I Not Tarried? Ay, The Bolting; But You Must Tarry The Leavening. Still Have I Tarried. Ay, To The Leavening; But Here's Yet In The Word 'hereafter' The Kneading, The Making Of The Cake, The Heating Of The Oven, And The Baking; Nay, You Must Stay The Cooling Too, Or You May Chance To Burn Your Lips.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother: Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons.

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck So Many Blows Upon This Face Of Mine And Made No Deeper Wounds?

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

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