It is an heretic that makes the fire,
Not she which burns in't.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?
Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
So quick bright things come to confusion..
Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she.
Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?
I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.
Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.
Every fair from fair sometime declines.
None can cure their harms by wailing them.
I am declined
Into the vale of years.
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
I am falser than vows made in wine.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame.
I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
Juliet is the east and I am the sun.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
By Heaven, I love thee better than myself.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
Faint heart never won fair maid.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it.
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.
He will fence with his own shadow.
A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.
I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.
As merry as the day is long.
It is the green eyed monster which doth mock.
And what's he then that says I play the villain?
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
If is a custom,
More honor'd in the breach than the observance.
Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
My love admits no qualifying dross.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
Let every man be master of his time.
Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.
But doth must suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
And simple truth miscalled simplicity.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.
Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
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