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May Never Glorious Sun Reflex His Beams Upon The Country Where You Make Abode! But Darkness And The Gloomy Shade Of Death Environ You Till Mischief And Despair Drive You To Break Your Necks Or Hang Yourselves.

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May Never Glorious Sun

William Shakespeare

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May Never Glorious Sun Reflex His Beams Upon The Country Where You Make Abode! But Darkness And The Gloomy Shade Of Death Environ You Till Mischief And Despair Drive You To Break Your Necks Or Hang Yourselves.

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What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me? Young Son, It Argues A Distemper'd Head So Soon To Bid Good Morrow To Thy Bed: Care Keeps His Watch In Every Old Man's Eye, And Where Care Lodges, Sleep Will Never Lie; But Where Unbruised Youth With Unstuff'd Brain Doth Couch His Limbs, There Golden Sleep Doth Reign.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

There's Little Of The Melancholy Element In Her, My Lord: She Is Never Sad But When She Sleeps; And Not Ever Sad Then; For I Have Heard My Daughter Say, She Hath Often Dreamt Of Unhappiness, And Waked Herself With Laughing.

Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

If We Are True To Ourselves, We Can Not Be False To Anyone.

I Love A Ballad But Even Too Well If It Be Doleful Matter Merrily Set Down, Or A Very Pleasant Thing Indeed And Sung Lamentably.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

This Is No Time To Lend Money, Especially Upon Bare Friendship Without Security.

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels Unctuous, Greases His Pure Mind That From It All Consideration Slips.

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves; The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament.

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head? How Begot, How Nourished? Reply, Reply. It Is Engend'red In The Eyes, With Gazing Fed, And Fancy Dies In The Cradle Where It Lies.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

Fair Katherine, And Most Fair, Will You Vouchsafe To Teach A Soldier Terms Such As Will Enter At A Lady's Ear, And Plead His Love-suit To Her Gentle Heart?

Love That We Cannot Have Is The One That Lasts The Longest,hurts The Deepest,but Feels The Strongest

God Grant Us Patience!

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

Who Can Be Wise, Amazed, Temperate And Furious, Loyal And Neutral, In A Moment? No Man.

The Spirit Of A Youth That Means To Be Of Note, Begins Betimes.

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.

My Story Starts At Sea... A Perilous Voyage To An Unknown Land... A Shipwreck... The Wild Waters Roar And Heave... The Brave Vessel Is Dashed All To Pieces, And All The Helpless Souls Within Her Drowned... All Save One... A Lady... Whose Soul Is Greater Than The Ocean... And Her Spirit Stronger Than The Sea's Embrace... Not For Her A Watery End, But A New Life Beginning On A Stranger Shore. It Will Be A Love Story... For She Will Be My Heroine For All Time. And Her Name Will Be... Viola.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

Officers, What Offence Have These Men Done? Dogberry Marry, Sir, They Have Committed False Report; Moreover, They Have Spoken Untruths; Secondarily, They Are Slanders; Sixth And Lastly, They Have Belied A Lady; Thirdly, They Have Verified Unjust Things; And, To Conclude, They Are Lying Knaves.

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

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.

The Will Is Infinite And The Execution Confin'd, The Desire Is Boundless And The Act A Slave To Limit.

It Is A Wise Father That Knows His Own Child.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

Gonzalo From Tempest

O Sir, You Are Old; Nature In You Stands On The Very Verge Of Her Confine; You Should Be Ruled And Led By Some Discretion, That Discerns Your Fate Better Than You Yourself.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

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!

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

So, You Are Very Welcome To Our House. It Must Appear In Other Ways Than Words, Therefore, I Scant This Breathing Courtesy.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

So Wise So Young, They Say, Do Never Live Long.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

... And Death Unloads Thee.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

Taming Of The Shrew

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

Love Goes Toward Love As Schoolboys From Their Books, But Love From Love, Toward School With Heavy Looks.

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That Some Impurity Doth Not Pollute.

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Where Shall We Three Meet Again In Thunder, Lightning, Or In Rain? When The Hurlyburly 's Done, When The Battle 's Lost And Won

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

I Have Neither The Scholar's Melancholy, Which Is Emulation; Nor The Musician's, Which Is Fantastical; Nor The Courtier's, Which Is Proud; Not The Soldier's Which Is Ambitious; Nor The Lawyer's, Which Is Politic; Nor The Lady's, Which Is Nice; Nor The Lover's, Which Is All These: But It Is A Melancholy Of Mine Own, Compounded Of Many Simples, Extracted From Many Objects, And Indeed The Sundry Contemplation Of My Travels, Which, By Often Rumination, Wraps Me In A Most Humorous Sadness.

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.

I Knew When Seven Justices Could Not Take Up A Quarrel, But When The Parties Were Met Themselves, One Of Them Thought But Of An If, As, 'if You Said So, Then I Said So;' And They Shook Hands And Swore Brothers. Your If Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In If.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

If You Can Look Into The Seeds Of Time, And Say Which Grain Will Grow And Which Will Not, Speak Then Unto Me.

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

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

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

Look, The World's Comforter, With Weary Gait, His Day's Hot Task Hath Ended In The West: The Owl, Night's Herald, Shrieks-'tis Very Late; The Sheep Are Gone To Fold, Birds To Their Nest; And Coal-black Clouds, That Shadow Heaven's Light, Do Summon Us To Part, And Bid Good Night.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

Vanity And Pride

They Say Miracles Are Past.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounced It To You-trippingly On The Tongue; But If You Mouth It, As Many Of Your Players Do, I Had As Lief The Town-crier Spoke My Lines. Nor Do Not Saw The Air Too Much With Your Hand, Thus, But Use All Gently; For In The Very Torrent, Tempest, And As I May Say, The Whirlwind Of Your Passion, You Must Acquire And Beget A Temperance That May Give It Smoothness.

All Lovers Swear More Performance Than They Are Able, And Yet Reserve An Ability That They Never Perform; Vowing More Than The Perfection Of Ten, And Discharging Less Than The Tenth Part Of One.

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

Eating And Drinking

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

Merchant Of Venice

Promising Is The Very Air O' Th' Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation. Performance Is Ever Duller For His Act; And, But In The Plainer And Simpler Kind Of People, The Deed Of Saying Is Quite Out Of Use. To Promise Is Most Courtly And Fashionable; Performance Is A Kind Of Will Or Testament Which Argues A Great Sickness In His Judgment That Makes It.

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

Denmark In Hamlet

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

The King's Name Is A Tower Of Strength.

Live Loath'd And Long, Most Smiling, Smooth, Detested Parasites, Courteous Destroyers, Affable Wolves, Meek Bears, You Fools Of Fortune, Trencher Friends, Time Flies Cap And Knee Slaves, Vapors, And Minute Jacks.

Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature If It Be Well Used.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun. Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief, That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. Be Not Her Maid, Since She Is Envious; Her Vestal Livery Is But Sick And Green And None But Fools Do Wear It; Cast It Off. It Is My Lady, O, It Is My Love! Oh, That She Knew She Were!

We Cannot All Be Masters.

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men’s Cottages Princes’ Palaces. It Is A Good Divine That Follows His Own Instructions: I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were Good To Be Done, Than Be One Of The Twenty To Follow Mine Own Teaching.

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assur D, Glassy Essence, Like An Angry Ape, Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven, As Make The Angels Weep.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.

Use Every Man According To His Desert And Who Should 'scape Whipping? Use Them After Your Own Honor And Dignity, The Less They Deserve ... The More Merit In Your Bounty.

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Romeo And Juliet Love

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose. An Evil Soul Producing Holy Witness Is Like A Villain With A Smiling Cheek, A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart. O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

. . . It Is Impossible You Should Take True Root But By The Fair Weather That You Make Yourself It Is Needful That You Frame The Season Of Your Own Harvest.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

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

O, Swear Not By The Moon, The Fickle Moon, The Inconstant Moon, That Monthly Changes In Her Circle Orb, Lest That Thy Love Prove Likewise Variable

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.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

Fear Not, Cesario, Take Thy Fortunes Up. Be That Thou Know'st Thou Art And Then Thou Art As Great As That Thou Fear'st.

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

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

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

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

May Never Glorious Sun Reflex His Beams Upon The Country Where You Make Abode! But Darkness And The Gloomy Shade Of Death Environ You Till Mischief And Despair Drive You To Break Your Necks Or Hang Yourselves.

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

I Am Thy Father's Spirit; Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night And, For The Day, Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes, Done In My Days Of Nature, Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose, And On Old Hiems' Thin And Icy Crown An Odorous Chaplet Of Sweet Summer Buds Is, As In Mockery, Set. The Spring, The Summer, The Childing Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries, And The Mazed World, By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

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

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