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"O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame."
"God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish."
"Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!"
""Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument, "Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords."
"Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!"
"That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers."
"May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you till mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves."
"There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would."
"Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school."
"O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!"
"Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant."
"He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe."
"Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be?"
"...an old man is twice a child."
"He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy."
"There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me."
"O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!"
"Can it be chat modesty may more betray Our sense than woman's lightness?"
"Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood."
"A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers."