Speak low, if you speak love.
We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne’er loved them.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
And all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
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