Quotes

11 November 2014
The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! Only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay.
11 November 2014
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
11 November 2014
I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.
11 November 2014
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
11 November 2014
Thought is free.
11 November 2014
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
11 November 2014
What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
11 November 2014
What is it then to me, if impious War, Arrayed in flames like to the prince of fiends, Do with his smirched complexion all fell feats Enlinked to waste and desolation?
11 November 2014
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
11 November 2014
I will die a hundred thousand deaths Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

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