All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you'll be quite a lot!
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.
There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:
Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe.
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
Full of wise saws and modern instances.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
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