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To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue. LAUN. III., 1.

The private wound is deepest.-VAL. V., 4.

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Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?DUKE, III., 1.

Romeo and Juliet.

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An hour before the worshipp'd sun peer'd forth the golden window of the east, a troubled mind drave me to walk abroad.-BEN. Act I., Scene 1.

Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, than twenty of their swords.-Rom. II., 2.

Ah, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lament. able chance !-FRI. V., 3.

B

But he, his own affections' counsellor, is to himself -I will not say, how true but to himself so secret and so close, so far from sounding and discovery, as is the bud bit with an envious worm.-Mon. I., 1.

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Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring ; your tributary drops belong to woe, which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.-JUL. III., 2.

Banishment, is death mis-term’d; calling deathbanishment, thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, and smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.-Rom. III., 3.

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Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure, as know.-Mon. I., 1.

Compare her face with some that I shall shew, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.—BEN. I., 2.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, and where care lodges, sleep will never lie: but where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.-Fri. II., 3.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament.-JUL. II., 6.

Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.-MER. III., 1.

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Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest with more of thine.ROM. I., 1.

Go, counsellor; thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.--JUL. III., 5.

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He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.—Rom. I., 1.

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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.-Rom.

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Her eye discourses, I will answer it.--Rom. II., 2.

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1, measuring his affections by my own,—that most are busied when they are most alone,--pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, and gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.-BEN. I., 1.

I'll now his grievance, or be much denied.-BEN.

I., 1.

I'll look to like, if looking liking move.-JUL. I., 3.

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn.-Rom. I., 4.

I talk of dreams; which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy; which is as thin of substance as the air; and more inconstant than the wind, who wooes even now the frozen bosom of the north, and, being anger’d, puffs away from thence, turning his face to the dew-dropping south.-MER. I., 4.

It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: night's candles are. burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.-Rom. III., 5.

I have more care to stay than will to go.-Rom. III., 5.

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In one little body thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind : for still thy eyes, which I may call a sea, do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; who,-raging with thy tears, and they with them, -without a sudden calm, will overset the tempest-tossed body.-CAP. III., 5.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, that sees into the bottom of my grief.-JUL. III., 5.

It is-music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding.-Pet. IV., 5.

I do remember an apothecary,--and hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted in tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, culling of simples.-Rom. V., 1.

I will raise her statue in pure gold ; that, while Verona by that name is known, there shall no figure at such rate be set, as that of true and faithful Juliet.Mon. V., 3.

J Joy comes well in such a needful time.-JUL. III., 5.

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Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes ; being vex'd, a sea nourished with lovers' tears : what is it else? a madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.-Rom. I., 1.

Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books : but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.-Rom. II., 2.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.-FRI. II., 9.

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My only love sprung from my only hate! too early seen unknown, and known to late.-JUL. I., 5.

My life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.-Rom. II., 2.

Many for many virtues excellent, none but for some, and yet all different.--FRI. II., 3.

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; and, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.-Rom. V., 1.

Mischief! thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men !-Rom. V., 1.

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Nought so vile that on the earth doth live, but to the earth some special good doth give.-FRI. II., 3.

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