Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Like madness, is the glory of this life.
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil.
Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho the holly This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend rememberd not.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
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