Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.
Done to death by slanderous tongue.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Good words are better than bad strokes.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
Beauty lives with kindness.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
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 transgresse.
I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
Prosperity's the very bond of love.
Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
Et tu Brute!
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir
But like a comet I was wondered at.
We are not the first
Who with best meaning have incurred the worst.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
God grant us patience!
Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.
Desperate times breed desperate measures.
Women's weapons, water-drops.
You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus.
When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!
I prithee give me leave to curse awhile.
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
Lest too light winning make the prize light.
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!
Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
I am afeard few die well that die in a battle.
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Season your admiration for a while.
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
Lions make leopards tame.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
But thought’s the slave of life, and life time’s fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
When I waked, I cried to dream again.
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step.
Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by.
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.
What, can the devil speak true?
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
But pearls are fair; and the old saying is:
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
Old Time the clock-setter.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
If we are true to ourselves, we cannot be false to anyone.
The apparel oft proclaims the man.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.
It is an heretic that makes the fire,
Not she which burns in't.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
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