"That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel."
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"Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?"
"'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing."
"She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed."
"Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan."
"If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!"
"Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn."
"For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part."
"Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs?"
"Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt."
"Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught?"
"Two women placed together makes cold weather."
"Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown."
"O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more?"
"They lie deadly that tell you have good faces."
"To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on."
"When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues."
"Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above."
"O, had I but followed the arts!"
"They say miracles are past."