Tush! These are trifles and mere old wives' tales.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
But what are kings, when regiment is gone,But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?- Edward II, 5.1
Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die: A...
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen make me immortal with a kiss. - Her lips suck forth my soul see where it flies! -
Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars,Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers,Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down,Yet would the Soldan by his conquering powerSo scatter and consume t...
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
[to BAJAZETH] Soft sir, you must be dieted, too much eating will make you surfeit. So it would my lord, specially having so smal a walke, and so litle exercise.
Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove
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We which were Ovids five books, now are three,For these before the rest preferreth he:If reading five thou plainst of tediousnesse,Two tane away, thy labor will be lesse:With Muse upreard I meant to s...
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
FAUSTUS: Bell, book and candle, candle, book and bell,Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell.
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
The sight of London to my exiled eyesIs as Elysium to a new-come soul.
All beasts are happy,For, when they die,Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell.Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me!No, Faustus, curse thyself, c...
MACHEVILL: I count religion but a childish toy,And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
YOUNGER MORTIMER: Fear'd am I more than lov'd; - let me be fear'd,And, when I frown, make all the court look pale.
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