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Let Me Twine Mine Arms About That Body, Where Against My Grained Ash An Hundred Times Hath Broke And Scarr'd The Moon With Splinters: Here I Clip The Anvil Of My Sword, And Do Contest As Hotly And As Nobly With Thy Love As Ever In Ambitious Strength I Did Contend Against Thy Valour. Know Thou First, I Loved The Maid I Married; Never Man Sigh'd Truer Breath; But That I See Thee Here, Thou Noble Thing! More Dances My Rapt Heart Than When I First My Wedded Mistress Saw Bestride My Threshold.

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Let Me Twine Mine

William Shakespeare

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Let Me Twine Mine Arms About That Body, Where Against My Grained Ash An Hundred Times Hath Broke And Scarr'd The Moon With Splinters: Here I Clip The Anvil Of My Sword, And Do Contest As Hotly And As Nobly With Thy Love As Ever In Ambitious Strength I Did Contend Against Thy Valour. Know Thou First, I Loved The Maid I Married; Never Man Sigh'd Truer Breath; But That I See Thee Here, Thou Noble Thing! More Dances My Rapt Heart Than When I First My Wedded Mistress Saw Bestride My Threshold.

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I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

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Blood Will Have Blood.

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Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

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Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

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In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

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An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!

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My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

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If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

How Quickly Nature Falls Into Revolt When Gold Becomes Her Object! For This The Foolish Over-careful Fathers Have Broke Their Sleep With Thoughts, Their Brains With Care, Their Bones With Industry.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel; But Being In, Bear't That The Opposed May Beware Of Thee. Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment. Costly Thy Habit As Thy Purse Can Buy, But Not Express'd In Fancy; Rich, Not Gaudy; For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

Not A Whit, We Defy Augury: There's A Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow. If It Be Now, 'tis Not To Come; If It Be Not To Come, It Will Be Now; If It Be Not Now, Yet It Will Come: The Readiness Is All.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

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

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

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The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.

He Hath Not Eat Paper, As It Were; He Hath Not Drunk Ink; His Intellect Is Not Replenished; He Is Only An Animal, Only Sensible In The Duller Parts. (shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, Iv)

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See

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O That A Lady, Of One Man Refused, Should Of Another Therefore Be Abused!

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

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Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.

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

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

They Do Not Abuse The King That Flatter Him. For Flattery Is The Bellows Blows Up Sin; The Thing The Which Is Flattered, But A Spark To Which That Blast Gives Heat And Stronger Glowing.

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How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!

His Heart As Far From Fraud As Heaven From Earth.

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Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

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What Must Be Shall Be.

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This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

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