O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
"Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument, "Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Pardon's the word to all.
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire.
Know more than other. Work more than other. Expect less than other
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded.
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
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