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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.

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Not From The Stars

William Shakespeare

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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.

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I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

Lawn As White As Driven Snow; Cyprus Black As E'er Was Crow; Gloves As Sweet As Damask Roses.

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Crabbed Age And Youth Cannot Live Together: Youth Is Full Of Pleasance, Age Is Full Of Care.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Words, Vows, Gifts, Tears, And Love's Full Sacrifice, He Offers In Another's Enterprise; But More In Troilus Thousand-fold I See Than In The Glass Of Pandar's Praise May Be, Yet Hold I Off.

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions.

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!

But I Remember Now I Am In This Earthly World, Where To Do Harm Is Often Laudable, To Do Good Sometime Accounted Dangerous Folly.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

Denmark In Hamlet

Hamlet And Ophelia

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

...vaulted With Such Ease Into His Seat, As If An Angel Dropp'd Down From The Clouds, To Turn And Wind A Fiery Pegasus, And Witch The World With Noble Horsemanship.

Press Not A Falling Man Too Far; 'tis Virtue: His Faults Lie Open To The Laws; Let Them, Not You, Correct Him.

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.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers; But As All Is Mortal In Nature, So Is All Nature In Love Mortal In Folly.

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help Thee In Thy Need: If Thou Sorrow, He Will Weep; If Thou Wake, He Cannot Sleep: Thus Of Every Grief In Heart He With Thee Does Bear A Part. These Are Certain Signs To Know Faithful Friend From Flattering Foe.

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

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

He's Of The Colour Of The Nutmeg. And Of The Heat Of The Ginger.... He Is Pure Air And Fire; And The Dull Elements Of Earth And Water Never Appear In Him, But Only In Patient Stillness While His Rider Mounts Him; He Is Indeed A Horse, And All Other Jades You May Call Beasts.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

Denmark In Hamlet

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

Therefore Another Prologue Must Tell He Is Not A Lion

When You Fear A Foe, Fear Crushes Your Strength; And This Weakness Gives Strength To Your Opponents.

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.

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.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

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

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

I Had Rather Eleven Died Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

The Mightier Man, The Mightier Is The Thing That Makes Him Honored Or Begets Him Hate; For Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

Hadst Thou No Poison Mixed, No Sharp-ground Knife, No Sudden Mean Of Death, Though Ne'er So Mean, But 'banished' To Kill Me--'banished'? O Friar, The Damned Use That Word In Hell; Howling Attends It! How Hast Thou The Heart, Being A Divine, A Ghostly Confessor, A Sin-absolver, And My Friend Professed, To Mangle Me With That Word 'banished'?

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

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are Not Steered.

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

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

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

Marry, Sir, They Praise Me And Make An Ass Of Me. Now My Foes Tell Me Plainly I Am An Ass; So That By My Foes, Sir, I Profit In The Knowledge Of Myself, Any By My Friends I Am Abused; So That, Conclusions To Be As Kisses, If Your Four Negatives Make Your Two Affirmatives, Why Then, The Worse For My Friends, And The Better For My Foes.

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

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

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!

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

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

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.

Gloucester: I Do Not Know That Englishman Alive With Whom My Soul Is Any Jot At Odds, More Than The Infant That Is Born To-night: I Thank My God For My Humility.

Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

Women Are Angels, Wooing: Things Won Are Done; Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing: That She Beloved Knows Naught, That Knows Not This-- Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

I Will Live In Thy Heart, Die In Thy Lap, And Be Buried In Thy Eyes—and Moreover, I Will Go With Thee To Thy Uncle’s.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

Measure For Measure

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

Merchant Of Venice

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

But Earthlier Happy Is The Rose Distill'd Than That Which Withering On The Virgin Thorn Grows, Lives, And Dies In Single Blessedness.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

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

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

Thrift, Thrift, Horatio! The Funeral Bak'd Meats Did Coldly Furnish Forth The Marriage Tables.

Denmark In Hamlet

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

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

Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong To None. This Above All: To Thine Own Self Be True. No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty. Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit

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.

Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees, And The Mountain Tops That Freeze, Bow Themselves, When He Did Sing; To His Music, Plants And Flowers Ever Sprung; As Sun And Showers There Had Made A Lasting Spring. Every Thing That Heard Him Play, Even The Billows Of The Sea, Hung Their Heads, And Then Lay By. In Sweet Music Is Such Art, Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Therefore The Moon, The Governess Of Floods, Pale In Her Anger Washes All The Air, That Rheumatic Diseases Do Abound; And Through This Distemperature We See The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To The Sticking-place, And We'll Not Fail.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

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

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care Who Chafes, Who Frets, Or Where Conspirers Are!

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon

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

Sir, The Year Growing Ancient, Not Yet On Summer's Death Nor On The Birth Of Trembling Winter, The Fairest Flowers O' Th' Season Are Our Carnations And Streaked Gillyvors, Which Some Call Nature's Bastards.

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

O Father Abram, What These Christians Are, Whose Own Hard Dealing Teaches Them Suspect The Thoughts Of Others!

To Weep Is To Make Less The Depth Of Grief.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

Hamlet And Ophelia

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

Discharge My Followers; Let Them Hence Away, From Richard's Night To Bolingbrooke's Fair Day.

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

Brighten Your Day

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

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

Women May Fall When There's No Strength In Men.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter! My Lord, If You Will Give Me Leave, I Will Tread This Unbolted Villain Into Mortar, And Daub The Wall Of A Jakes With Him. *all Cheer For Shakespearean Insults*

I'll Not Meddle With It; It Is A Dangerous Thing; It Makes A Man A Coward; A Man Cannot Steal, But It Accuseth Him; A Man Cannot Swear, But It Checks Him; A Man Cannot Lie With His Neighbor's Wife, But It Detects Him. 'tis A Blushing, Shame -faced Spirit, That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom ; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles; It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That By Chance I Found; It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It; It Is Turned Out Of All Towns And Cities For A Dangerous Thing; And Every Man That Means To Live Well Endeavors To Trust To Himself And Live Without It.

O No, Thy Love Though Much, Is Not So Great, It Is My Love That Keeps Mine Eye Awake, Mine Own True Love That Doth My Rest Defeat, To Play The Watchman Ever For Thy Sake. For Thee Watch I, Whilst Thou Dost Wake Elsewhere, From Me Far Off, With Others All Too Near.

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

By How Much Unexpected, By So Much We Must Awake Endeavour For Defence; For Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

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.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

I Have Not Slept. Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma, Or A Hideous Dream: The Genius And The Mortal Instruments Are Then In Council; And The State Of Man, Like To A Little Kingdom, Suffers Then The Nature Of An Insurrection.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

For Brutus, As You Know, Was Caesar's Angel: Judge, O You Gods, How Dearly Caesar Loved Him! This Was The Most Unkindest Cut Of All

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

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

Know More Than Other. Work More Than Other. Expect Less Than Other

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?

Measure For Measure

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

The World Must Be Peopled!

Thou Dost Conspire Against Thy Friend, Iago, If Thou But Think'st Him Wronged, And Mak'st His Ear A Stranger To Thy Thoughts.

Tis Often Seen Adoption Strives With Nature; And Choice Breeds A Native Slip To Us From Foreign Lands.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

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

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

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat, Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This, That To The Use Of Actions Fair And Good He Likewise Gives A Frock Or Livery That Aptly Is Put On. Refrain Tonight, And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence; The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

Be Not Too Tame Neither, But Let Your Own Discretion Be Your Tutor; Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

For I Am He Am Born To Tame You, Kate; And Bring You From A Wild Kate To A Kate Conformable As Other Household Kates.

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. . . .

Love Moderately. Long Love Doth So. Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow. *love Each Other In Moderation. That Is The Key To Long-lasting Love. Too Fast Is As Bad As Too Slow.*

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

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