"Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love."
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"In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—"
"His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract."
"Justice always whirls in equal measure."
"Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go."
"He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous."
"The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies."
"Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*"
"Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own."
"You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!"
"Love hath made thee a tame snake"
"He is white-livered and red-faced."
"Such antics do not amount to a man."
"Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask."
"I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me"
"Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?"
"Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear."
"Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us."
"Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way."
"Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity."