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William Shakespeare
No profit grows...
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Frame your mind...
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
There's small choice...
There's small choice in rotten apples.
Source: The Taming of the Shrew, I. i....
Fie, fie! unknit...
Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord,...
Do as adversaries...
Do as adversaries in law, strive mightily, But eat and drink as friends.
Source:...
This is the...
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
Source: The Taming of the Shrew, IV....
Our purses shall...
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich . ....
And as the...
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest...
He took the...
He took the bride about the neck
And kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack
That at the parting all the...
He that is...
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Source: The Widow, in The Taming of...
Alas! 'tis true...
Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view.
Thus have I...
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such...
And simple truth...
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
Rough winds do...
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
Source: Sonnet 18, Shall I Compare...
Tis better to...
Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being.
For we, which...
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to...
When to the...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a...
The summer's flower...
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die.
Time's thievish progress...
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Source: Sonnet 77.
-- William Shakespeare,...
But since he...
But since he died, and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his...