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All quotes by "William Shakepeare"
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A very beadle to a humorous sigh. |
- William Shakepeare |
| THOSE LIPS THAT LOVE'S OWN HAND DID MAKE Those lips that Love's own hand did make breathed forth the sound that said "I hate" to me that languished for her sake; but when she saw my woeful state, straight in her heart did mercy come, chiding that tongue that ever sweet was used in giving gentle doom, and taught it thus anew to greet: "I hate" she altered with an end, that followed it as gentle day doth follow night, who like a fiend from heaven to hell is flown away. "I hate" from hate away she threw, and saved my life, saying "not you." |
- William Shakepeare |
| SO ARE YOU TO MY THOUGHTS AS FOOD TO LIFE So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; and for the peace of you I hold such strife as 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found. Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; now counting best to be with you alone, then bettered that the world may see my pleasure; sometimes all full with feasting on your sight, and by and by clean starvŠd for a look; possessing or pursuing no delight save what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away. |
- William Shakepeare |