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- Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are may when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), As You Like It, Act IV, sc. 1
- O curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours, and not their appetites.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Othello, Act III, sc. 3
- By this marriage, all little jealousies, which now seem great , and all great fears, which now import their dangers would then be nothing.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, sc. 2
- 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...upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I, sc. 1
- I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the 'not' eternal.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), All's Well that Ends Well, Act III, sc. 2
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many things I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet XXX
- Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Hamlet, Act I, sc. 2
- When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet LV
- The moist star, upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Hamlet, Act I, sc. 1
- The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Coriolanus, Act V, sc. 3
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