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Take No Repulse, Whatever She Doth Say; For 'get You Gone,' She Doth Not Mean 'away.' Flatter And Praise, Commend, Extol Their Graces; Though Ne'er So Black, Say They Have Angels' Faces

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Take No Repulse, Whatever

William Shakespeare

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Take No Repulse, Whatever She Doth Say; For 'get You Gone,' She Doth Not Mean 'away.' Flatter And Praise, Commend, Extol Their Graces; Though Ne'er So Black, Say They Have Angels' Faces

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Thus With A Kiss I Die

We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.

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

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

Haply For I Am Black, And Have Not Those Soft Parts Of Conversation That Chamberers Have; Or For I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years—yet That’s Not Much— She’s Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her. O Curse Of Marriage, That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites! I Had Rather Be A Toad And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others’ Uses. Yet ’tis The Plague Of Great Ones; Prerogatived Are They Less Than The Base. ’tis Destiny Unshunnable, Like Death.

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.

Yet, For I Know Thou Art Religious And Hast A Thing Within Thee Called Conscience, With Twenty Popish Tricks And Ceremonies Which I Have Seen Thee Careful To Observe, Therefore I Urge Thy Oath; For That I Know An Idiot Holds His Bauble For A God And Keeps The Oath Which By That God He Swears, To That I'll Urge Him: Therefore Thou Shalt Vow By That Same God, What God Soe'er It Be, That Thou Adorest And Hast In Reverence, To Save My Boy, To Nourish And Bring Him Up, Or Else I Will Discover Naught To Thee.

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.

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

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

There Are A Sort Of Men, Whose Visages Do Cream And Mantle, Like A Standing Pond; And Do A Willful Stillness Entertain, With Purpose To Be Dressed In An Opinion Of Wisdom, Gravity Profound Conceit; As Who Should Say, I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark!

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

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.

Two Starving Men Cannot Be Twice As Hungry As One; But Two Rascals Can Be Ten Times As Vicious As One.

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

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

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men; There Be Land-rats And Water-rats, Water-thieves And Land-thieves, I Mean Pirates, And Thenthere Is The Peril Of Waters, Winds, And Rocks.

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

It Is That Fery Person For All The Orld, As Just As You Will Desire; And Seven Hundred Pounds Of Moneys, And Gold, And Silver, Is Her Grandsire Upon His Death's-bed-got Deliver To A Joyful Resurrections!

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

Measure For Measure

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Violent Fires Soon Burn Out Themselves, Small Showers Last Long, But Sudden Storms Are Short; He Tires Betimes That Spurs Too Fast.

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

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.

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.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

Death Rock Me Asleep.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

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!

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

O, Wonder! How Many Goodly Creatures Are There Here! How Beauteous Mankind Is! O Brave New World, That Has Such People In't!

Brave New World

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Love Is Merely A Madness.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

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

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself

Up And Down, Up And Down I Will Lead Them Up And Down I Am Feared In Field In Town Goblin, Lead Them Up And Down

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

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

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

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

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

He Hath Disgrac'd Me And Hind'red Me Half A Million; Laugh'd At My Losses, Mock'd At My Gains, Scorned My Nation, Thwarted My Bargains, Cooled My Friends, Heated My Enemies. And What's His Reason? I Am A Jew.

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.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

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Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

After Your Death You Were Better Have A Bad Epitaph Than Their Ill Report While You Live.

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

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I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

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

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!

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

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

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

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

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

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

O God, I Could Be Bound In A Nutshell, And Count Myself A King Of Infinite Space – Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams.

The Seeming Truth Which Cunning Times Put On To Entrap The Wisest.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

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

The Patient Must Minister To Himself

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Who Is It Can Read A Woman?

Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds Are Messengers Of Day.

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

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

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

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.

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

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

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

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

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.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.

The Tyrant Custom, Most Grave Senators, Hath Made The Flinty And Steel Couch Of War My Thrice-driven Bed Of Down.

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are Known.

See The Minutes, How They Run, How Many Make The Hour Full Complete; How Many Hours Bring About The Day; How Many Days Will Finish Up The Year; How Many Years A Mortal Man May Live.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

Cute Friendship

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

I Take Thee At Thy Word: Call Me But Love, And I'll Be New Baptized; Henceforth I Never Will Be Romeo.

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The Gates Of Monarchs Are Arched So High That Giants May Jet Through And Keep Their Impious Turbans On Without Good Morrow To The Sun.

What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From Us, We Wish It Ours Again.

I Would There Were No Age Between Sixteen And Three-and-twenty, Or That Youth Would Sleep Out The Rest; For There Is Nothing In The Between But Getting Wenches With Child, Wronging The Ancientry, Stealing, Fighting

Avaunt, You Cullions!

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.

Fondling,' She Saith, 'since I Have Hemm'd Thee Here Within The Circuit Of This Ivory Pale, I'll Be A Park, And Thou Shalt Be My Deer; Feed Where Thou Wilt, On Mountain Or In Dale: Graze On My Lips, And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

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

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

Love And Jealousy

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain. And Truly Not The Morning Sun Of Heaven Better Becomes The Grey Cheeks Of The East, Nor That Full Star That Ushers In The Even, Doth Half That Glory To The Sober West, As Those Two Mourning Eyes Become Thy Face: O! Let It Then As Well Beseem Thy Heart To Mourn For Me Since Mourning Doth Thee Grace, And Suit Thy Pity Like In Every Part. Then Will I Swear Beauty Herself Is Black, And All They Foul That Thy Complexion Lack

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

Cleopatra: If It Be Love Indeed, Tell Me How Much. Antony: There's Beggary In The Love That Can Be Reckoned. Cleopatra: I'll Set A Bourne How Far To Be Belov'd. Antony: Then Must Thou Needs Find Out New Heaven, New Earth.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

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

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

Yet But Three Come One More. Two Of Both Kinds Make Up Four. Ere She Comes Curst And Sad. Cupid Is A Knavish Lad. Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

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

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

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.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

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

I Am A Jew: Hath Not A Jew Eyes? Hath Not A Jew Hands, Organs, Dimensions, Senses, Affections, Passions? Fed With Die Same Food, Hurt With The Same Weapons, Subject To The Same Diseases, Healed By The Same Means, Warmed And Cooled By The Same Winter And Summer, As A Christian Is?

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

What Valor Were It, When A Cur Doth Grin, For One To Thrust His Hand Between His Teeth, When He Might Spurn Him With His Foot Away?

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frighted Thee, That Thou No More Wilt Weigh My Eyelids Down And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness? Why Rather, Sleep, Liest Thou In Smoky Cribs, Upon Uneasy Pallets Stretching Thee, And Hush'd With Buzzing Night-flies To Thy Slumber, Than In The Perfum'd Chambers Of The Great, Under The Canopies Of Costly State, And Lull'd With Sound Of Sweetest Melody?

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.

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

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

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

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