In time we hate that which we often fear.

Quote by Shakespeare

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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle;...

He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle;...

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age...

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age...

Patch grief with proverbs

Patch grief with proverbs

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher...

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher...

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or...

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or...

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

Love and reason keep little company together

Love and reason keep little company together

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

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,...

For my part, it was Greek to me.

For my part, it was Greek to me.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.