"When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree."
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"Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out."
"When most I wink, then do my eyes best see"
"I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch."
"You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating."
"Rest you fair, good signior; Your worship was the last man in our mouths."
"Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee."
"'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal."
"As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust, to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd Or Night kept chain'd below."
"The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just."
"Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided A gentleman of princely parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man- And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love; I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!"
"Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch."
"Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden."
"To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue."
"Love`s reason`s without reason"
"My love admits no qualifying dross"
"She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared"
"What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye"
"Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate"
"And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater"