"I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will."
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"And mind, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence."
"Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are."
"Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?"
"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."
"I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear"
"By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord."
"Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her."
"Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold."
"Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas."
"Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies."
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours."
"It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue."
"Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous."
"True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart."
"The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket."
"The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart."
"I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more."
"Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy."
"Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart."