Quotes

11 November 2014
Give the devil his due.
11 November 2014
All hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.
11 November 2014
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
11 November 2014
Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!
11 November 2014
From the east to western Inde, No jewel is like Rosalind.
11 November 2014
My more-having would be as a sauce To make me hunger more.
11 November 2014
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
11 November 2014
I do desire we may be better strangers.
11 November 2014
These lovers cry, O ho they die! Yet that which seems the wound to kill Doth turn O ho! to ha, ha, he! So dying love lives still.
11 November 2014
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy, rich, not gaudy, For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

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