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Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

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William Shakespeare

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Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

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Who Is It Can Read A Woman?

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

Bad Is The Trade That Must Play Fool To Sorrow, Ang'ring Itself And Others.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.

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

Yet, Do Thy Worst, Old Time; Despite Thy Wrong, My Love Shall In My Verse Ever Live Young.

And So, From Hour To Hour, We Ripe And Ripe. And Then, From Hour To Hour, We Rot And Rot; And Thereby Hangs A Tale.

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

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

Plutus Himself, That Knows The Tinct And Multiplying Med'cine, Hath Not In Nature's Mystery More Science Than I Have In This Ring.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Wedding Anniversary

Milk-livered Man, That Bear'st A Cheek For Blows, A Head For Wrongs; Who Hast Not In Thy Brows An Eye Discerning Thine Honor From Thy Suffering; [that Not Know'st Fools Do Those Villains Pity Who Are Punished Ere They Have Done Their Mischief. Where's Thy Drum? France Spreads His Banners In Our Noiseless Land, With Plumed Helm Thy State Begins To Threat, Whilst Thou, A Moral Fool, Sits Still And Cries 'alack, Why Does He So?']

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!

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

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

Time Hath Not Yet So Dried This Blood Of Mine, Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention, Nor Fortune Made Such Havoc Of My Means, Nor My Bad Life Reft Me So Much Of Friends, But They Shall Find Awaked In Such A Kind Both Strength Of Limb And Policy Of Mind, Ability In Means, And Choice Of Friends, To Quit Me Of Them Throughly.

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified, That Beggars Mounted, Run Their Horse To Death.

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

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.

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

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.

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

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

The Color Of The King Doth Come And Go, Between His Purpose And His Conscience, Like Heralds 'twixt Two Dreadful Battles Set: His Passion Is So Ripe, It Needs Must Break.

There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad But Thinking Makes It So.

Pardon's The Word To All.

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.

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

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

Ross You Must Have Patience, Madam. Lady Macduff He Had None: His Flight Was Madness: When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Do Make Us Traitors.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

Romantic Romeo And Juliet

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.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.

But I, That Am Not Shaped For Sportive Tricks, Nor Made To Court An Amorous Looking-glass; I, That Am Rudely Stamped, And Want Love's Majesty To Strut Before A Wanton Ambling Nymph.

You Have Too Much Respect Upon The World; They Lose It That Do Buy It With Much Care

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

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

There's Nothing Situate Under Heaven's Eye But Hath His Bond In Earth, In Sea, In Sky. The Beasts, The Fishes, And The Winged Fowls Are Their Males' Subjects And At Their Controls. Man, More Divine, The Master Of All These, Lord Of The Wide World And Wild Wat'ry Seas, Indu'd With Intellectual Sense And Souls, Of More Pre-eminence Than Fish And Fowls, Are Masters To Their Females, And Their Lords; Then Let Your Will Attend On Their Accords.

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Procrastination

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

Study Is Like The Heaven's Glorious Sun, That Will Not Be Deep-searched With Saucy Looks: Small Have Continual Plodders Ever Won, Save Base Authority From Others' Books.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

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

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

I'll Privily Away; I Love The People, But Do Not Like To Stage Me To Their Eyes; Though It Do Well, I Do Not Relish Well Their Loud Applause And Aves Vehement, Nor Do I Think The Man Of Safe Discretion That Does Not Affect It.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

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

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

Important Macbeth

Darkness In Macbeth

Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than Mutinies In A Man's Bosom; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies; Of His Bones Are Coral Made; Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes; Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade, But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange. Sea-nymphs Hourly Ring His Knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

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

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

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.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.

I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large A Charter As The Wind, To Blow On Whom I Please, For So Fools Have.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Funny Inspirational

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

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.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

We Cannot All Be Masters.

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

So Holy And So Perfect Is My Love, And I In Such A Poverty Of Grace, That I Shall Think It A Most Plenteous Crop To Glean The Broken Ears After The Man That The Main Harvest Reaps.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

As Merry As The Day Is Long.

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

Make The Doors Upon A Woman's Wit, And It Will Out At The Casement; Shut That, And 'twill Out At The Key-hole; Stop That, 'twill Fly With The Smoke Out At The Chimney.

For I Am Proverbed With A Grandsire Phrase.

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.

And Why Not Death Rather Than Living Torment? To Die Is To Be Banish'd From Myself; And Silvia Is Myself: Banish'd From Her Is Self From Self: A Deadly Banishment!

The People Are The City.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

I Once Did Hold It, As Our Statists Do, A Baseness To Write Fair, And Labour'd Much How To Forget That Learning; But, Sir, Now It Did Me Yeoman's Service.

Enjoy'd No Sooner But Despised Straight, Past Reason Hunted, And No Sooner Had Past Reason Hated

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

Ay, In The Catalogue Ye Go For Men; As Hounds, And Greyhounds, Mongrels, Spaniels, Curs, Shoughs, Water-rugs, And Demi-wolves, Are 'clept All By The Name Of Dogs: The Valued File Distinguishes The Swift, The Slow, The Subtle, The Housekeeper, The Hunter, Every One According To The Gift Which Bounteous Nature Hath In Him Closed.

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

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 High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

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

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

Time Is A Very Bankrupt And Owes More Than He's Worth To Season. Nay, He's A Thief Too: Have You Not Heard Men Say, That Time Comes Stealing On By Night And Day?

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

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds And Death.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

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

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

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

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

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.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy, Which Is As Thin Of Substance As The Air, And More Inconstant Than The Wind, Who Woos Even Now The Frozen Bosom Of The North, And, Being Anger'd, Puffs Away From Thence, Turning His Side To The Dew-dropping South.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

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. . . .

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Hamlet And Ophelia

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

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, That I Shall Say Good Night Till It Be Morrow.

Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever Thrust To The Walls.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

I Am A Subject, And I Challenge Law. Attorneys Are Denied Me, And Therefore Personally I Lay My Claim To My Inheritance Of Free Descent.

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

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

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

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

He Was A Man, Take Him For All In All, I Shall Not Look Upon His Like Again.

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

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

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

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh; But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.... If I Had A Thousand Sons, The First Human Principle I Would Teach Them Should Be, To Forswear Thin Potations And To Addict Themselves To Sack.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

All Fancy-sick She Is And Pale Of Cheer, With Sighs Of Love, That Costs The Fresh Blood Dear.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

Those That Are Good Manners At The Court Are As Ridiculous In The Country, As The Behavior Of The Country Is Most Mockable At The Court.

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

Light Boats Sail Swift, Though Greater Hulks Draw Deep.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.

This Was The Noblest Roman Of Them All. All The Conspirators, Save Only He,did That They Did In Envy Of Caesar;he Only, In A General Honest Thoughtand Common Good To All, Made One Of Them. His Life Was Gentle, And The Elementsso Mixd In Him That Nature Might Stand Upand Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

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