"Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it."
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"I feel it gone, yet know not when it left."
"I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy."
"But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them."
"Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool."
"Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all."
"a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief"
"I was adored once too."
"My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw."
"It hurts not the tongue to give fair words."
"Now my charms are all o'erthrown."
"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought."
"Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?"
"Thou art a very ragged Wart."
"Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: It is my love that keeps mine eye awake: Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake: For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near."
"Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect."
"A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!"
"Done to death by slanderous tongue"
"Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark."
"Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?"