My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
Quote by Shakespeare
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
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In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by...
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy...
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
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Every cloud engenders not a storm
I will praise any man that will praise me.
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I would fain die a dry death.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
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The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let...