Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Quote by Shakespeare

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The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels...

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels...

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name

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

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

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Great floods have flown from simple sources.

Great floods have flown from simple sources.

Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.

Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.

The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the...

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the...

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

Lead me from death to life, from falsehood to truth; Lead me from despair to...

Lead me from death to life, from falsehood to truth; Lead me from despair to...

I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it...

I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it...