"There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out."
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"one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die."
"Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed."
"A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench."
"Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief"
"A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do."
"If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety."
"Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that And manage it against despairing thoughts."
"To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand."
"It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath."
"What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind."
"Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again."
"The rain, it raineth every day."
"He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed."
"Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured."
"Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd: For then my thoughts-from far where I abide- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet find."
"The icy precepts of respect."
"The sense of death is most in apprehension."
"Making night hideous."
"If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion."