The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

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Present mirth hath present laughter, what's to come is still unsure.

Present mirth hath present laughter, what's to come is still unsure.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

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.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their...

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their...

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.

God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...

God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

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...

Why this is very midsummer madness.

Why this is very midsummer madness.

Lack nothing: be merry.

Lack nothing: be merry.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he...

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs

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...

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

We shall never have more time. We have, and always had, all the time there...

We shall never have more time. We have, and always had, all the time there...

Today is yesterday's effect and tomorrow's cause

Today is yesterday's effect and tomorrow's cause