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Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
William Shakespeare -
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
William Shakespeare
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Let no such man be trusted.
William Shakespeare -
In persons grafted in a serious trust, Negligence is a crime.
William Shakespeare -
The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
William Shakespeare -
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.
William Shakespeare -
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
William Shakespeare -
The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
William Shakespeare
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That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.
William Shakespeare -
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
William Shakespeare -
Wish chastely, and love dearly.
William Shakespeare -
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
William Shakespeare -
It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
William Shakespeare -
When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.
William Shakespeare
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He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
William Shakespeare -
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.
William Shakespeare -
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
William Shakespeare -
My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
William Shakespeare -
Love is . . . a madness most discreet
William Shakespeare -
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
William Shakespeare