If music be the food of love, play on.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hire public relations officers.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
All is well that ends well
So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.
All's well that ends well.
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
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