Farewell, fair cruelty.
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
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.
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
Better be with the dead, Whom we to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
By that sin fell the angels.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest
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