"My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do."
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"We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror."
"It is a sin to be a mocker."
"A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!"
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."
"When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that."
"For a quart of ale is a dish for a king."
"We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly."
"This is some fellow, Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness and constrains the garb Quite from his nature: he can't flatter, he! An honest mind and plain,--he must speak truth! And they will take it so; if not he's plain. These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Harbor more craft, and far corrupter ends, Than twenty silly, ducking observants, That stretch their duty nicely."
"But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . ."
"Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."
"I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have."
"Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies."
"Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod."
"So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows."
"Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
"So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt."
"I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it."
"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May."
"Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves."