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[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
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If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
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I'll have no husband, if you be not he.
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Best men oft are moulded out of faults.
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By Heaven, I love thee better than myself.
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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
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Men from children nothing differ.
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For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.
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Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast...
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Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
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They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
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Preposterous ass, that never read so far to know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, after his studies or his usual pain?
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I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
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I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.
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Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
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There is nothing serious in Mortality
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Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!
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Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
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And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
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I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
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Never shame to hear what you have nobly done
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Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering.