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When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended. To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On. What Cannot Be Preserved When Fortune Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes. The Robb'd That Smiles Steals Something For The Thief; He Robs Himself That Spends A Bootless Grief.

-William Shakespeare

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When Remedies Are Past,

William Shakespeare

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When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended. To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On. What Cannot Be Preserved When Fortune Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes. The Robb'd That Smiles Steals Something For The Thief; He Robs Himself That Spends A Bootless Grief.

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Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

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Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip.

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

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What Must Be Shall Be.

One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole World Kin.

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If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On, Give Me Excess Of It; That Surfeiting, The Appetite May Sicken, And So Die.

Unrequited Love

A Harmless Necessary Cat.

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.

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

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What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

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The Hideous God Of War.

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A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.

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I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

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

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A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

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?

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

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

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

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

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If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

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

Rich Honesty Dwells Like A Miser, Sir, In A Poor House; As Your Pearl In Your Foul Oyster.

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

Direct Not Him Whose Way Himself Will Choose; 'tis Breath Not Lack'st, And That Breath Wilt Thou Lose.

Some Glory In Their Birth , Some In Their Skill , Some In Their Wealth , Some In Their Bodies' Force , Some In Their Garments, Though New-fangled Ill; Some In Their Hawks And Hounds , Some In Their Horse ; And Every Humor Hath His Adjunct Pleasure , Wherein It Finds A Joy Above The Rest .

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

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

Hamlet And Ophelia

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

You Kiss By Th' Book.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

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

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror, But When It First Did Help To Wound Itself. Now These Her Princes Are Come Home Again, Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them. Nought Shall Make Us Rue, If England To Itself Do Rest But True.

Our Content Is Our Best Having.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

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?

Grim-visaged War Hath Smoothed His Wrinkled Front; And Now, Instead Of Mounting Barbed Steeds To Fright The Souls Of Fearful Adversaries, He Capers Nimbly In A Lady's Chamber To The Lascivious Pleasing Of A Lute.

They Say Miracles Are Past.

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.

The Play's The Thing.

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

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A Victory Is Twice Itself When The Achiever Brings Home Full Numbers.

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

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

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

Ay, But To Die And Go We Know Not Where; To Lie In Cold Obstrution And To Rot; This Sensible Warm Motion To Become A Kneaded Clod; And The Delighted Spirit To Bathe In Fiery Floods Or To Reside In Thrilling Regions Of Thick-ribbed Ice; To Be Imprison'd In The Viewless Winds, And Blown With Restless Violence Round About The Pendant World.

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

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.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Romeo And Juliet Love

And Since You Know You Cannot See Yourself, So Well As By Reflection, I, Your Glass, Will Modestly Discover To Yourself, That Of Yourself Which You Yet Know Not Of.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

Why, Thou Knowest I Am As Valiant As Hercules, But Beware Instinct. The Lion Will Not Touch The True Prince. Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was A Coward On Instinct.

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

Here Feel We But The Penalty Of Adam, The Seasons' Difference, As The Icy Fang And Churlish Chiding Of The Winter's Wind, Which, When It Bites And Blows Upon My Body, Even Till I Shrink With Cold, I Smile.

A Young Man Married Is A Man That's Marred.

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.

I Would That I Were Low Laid In My Grave. I Am Not Worth This Coil That's Made For Me.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

When Daisies Pied And Violets Blue And Lady-smocks All Silver-white And Cuckoo-buds Of Yellow Hue Do Paint The Meadows With Delight, The Cuckoo Then, On Every Tree, Mocks Married Men; For Thus Sings He, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, Cuckoo; O, Word Of Fear, Unpleasing To A Married Ear.

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

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

Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long As Twenty.

The Summer's Flow'r Is To The Summer Sweet, Though To Itself It Only Live And Die' But If That Flow'r With Base Infection Meet, The Basest Weed Outbraves His Dignity: For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

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

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

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