"Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?"
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"By Heaven, I love thee better than myself"
"O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night."
"Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour."
"I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you"
"It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit."
"The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment."
"Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood."
"You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave."
"And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night."
"Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this."
"O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!"
"Who is so firm that can't be seduced?"
"How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry."
"To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony."
"Do all men kill the things they do not love?"
"A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watched that it may still go right!"
"O, this life Is nobler than attending for a check, Richer than doing nothing for a robe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such pain the cap of him that makes him fine Yet keeps his book uncrossed."
"I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me."
"Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter."