"This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed."
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"What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence."
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"Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?"
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"Plain and not honest is too harsh a style."
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"Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?"
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"Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest."
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"The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself"
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"The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon."
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"Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship."
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"Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows."
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"Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way."
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"Old Time the clock-setter."
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"Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!"
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"Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got And pardon 'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; I must be here confined by you, But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please: now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free."
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"Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!"
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"My stars shine darkly over me"
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"Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well."
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"Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows."
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"Of all complexions the culled sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek."
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"Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them."
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