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- If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Merry Wives of Windsor", Act 1 scene 1
- Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Merry Wives of Windsor", Act 1 scene 3
- Come not within the measure of my wrath.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 5 scene 4
- How use doth breed a habit in a man!
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 5 scene 4
- That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 3 scene 1
- O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day! - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 1 scene 3
- I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 1 scene 2
- Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 1 scene 1
- Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 5 scene 1
- Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 4 scene 1
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