How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
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An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than...
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love...
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels...
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my...
When once a man is launched on such an adventure as this, he must bid...
The post of honour is a private station.
No one really knows why they are alive until they know what theyd die for.