"They love least that let men know their loves."
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"O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140) So excellent a king; that was, to this."
"In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?"
"Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made."
"No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity."
"England is safe, if true within itself."
"Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head."
"Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding."
"If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully."
"My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where."
"If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching."
"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy."
"Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put sullen black incontinent. I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March sadly after. Grace my mournings here In weeping after this untimely bier."
"Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life."
"And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button."
"And nothing is, but what is not."
"Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won"
"Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast."
"I am that merry wanderer of the night."
"Season your admiration for a while."