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- The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Macbeth, Act II, sc. 3
- But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream
- If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Passionate Pilgrim
- Love is begun by time; and that I see in passages of proof, time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Hamlet, Act IV, sc. 7
- Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II, sc. 4
- Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II, sc. 4
- Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Julius Caesar, Act I, sc. 2
- His life was gentle, and the elements so mix'd in him that Nature might stand up and say to all the world 'This was a man!'
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Julius Caesar, Act I, sc. 2
- What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Hamlet, Act IV, sc. 4
- He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), King John, Act II, sc. 4
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