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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

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What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.

Stony limits cannot hold love out;


And what love can do, that dares love attempt.

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Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.


Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.



Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of

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The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfum'd that

The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were


Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made

The water, which they beat, to follow faster,

As amorous of their strokes.

It beggar'd all description.*

For her own person,

Act 11.

Scene 2.

* Dryden, in " All for Love," Act 3, has a plagiaristic

imitation of these exquisite lines.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women

Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies.

Act II. Scene 2.


O, that men's ears should be

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

Act 1. Scene 2.

Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt ?

Act IV.

Scene 2.


Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Act 1. Scene 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;*

She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.

* See quotations from King Henry the Sixth, Part I.

What, man! more water glideth by the mill

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One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,*
That may succeed as his inheritor.

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Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan,

The outward habit by the inward man.

Act II.

Scene 2.


Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green.

Venus and Adonis, Stanza 25

* When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.

See quotations from Hamlet, Act iv., Scene 5

Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high.

Venus and Adonis, Stanza 143.

My nature is subdued to what it works in.

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