Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

Quote by Shakespeare

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The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief...

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief...

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

If music be the food of love, play on.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness.

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness.

Prefer a loss to a dishonest gain; the one brings pain at the moment, the...

Prefer a loss to a dishonest gain; the one brings pain at the moment, the...

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy

Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.

Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and...

Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and...

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your...

I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your...

Thou art sure of me:--go, make money.

Thou art sure of me:--go, make money.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined,...

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined,...

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

There's many a man has more hair than wit.

There's many a man has more hair than wit.