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Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
294
Foolery... does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
433
How ever do we praise ourselves, our fancies are more giddy and uniform, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, than women's are.
371
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate.
330
Present mirth hath present laughter; what's to come is still unsure.
322
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
301
I can sing, and speak to him in many sorts of music.
347
If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.
267
My love admits no qualifying dross.
369
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.
303
How my achievements mock me!
629
Time is like a fashionable host<br /> That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,<br /> And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly,<br /> Grasps...
355
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back<br /> Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,<br /> A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:<br /> Those scraps are good...
337
A woman impudent and mannish grown is not more loathed than an effeminate man in time of action.
366
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give before a sleeping giant.
369
The common curse of mankind,-folly and ignorance.
273
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
303
He takes false shadows for true substances.
336
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes.
295
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.