"The heavenly-harness'd team Begins his golden progress in the east."
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"Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!"
"In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; . . . . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English."
"Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil"
"Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing."
"Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?"
"O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me; But now I am past all comforts here but prayers."
"O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor."
"Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground."
"Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god."
"To be, or not to be, that is the question."
"Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind."
"We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day."
"In a false quarrel there is no true valor."
"A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart."
"I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety."
"Love is merely a madness."
"Men at some time are masters of their fates."
"I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss."
"Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me-- Have stooped my neck under your injuries And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman."