For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
Like madness, is the glory of this life.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
Blood will have blood.
More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
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.
Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings.
Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)
A young man married is a man that's marred.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
Beware the ides of March.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
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