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I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.

I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.

William Shakespeare
Self, Might, Affection
William Shakespeare (2012). “The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet”, p.8, Hackett Publishing

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

William Shakespeare
Sad Love, Nice, Views

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*

William Shakespeare
Wise, Sweet, Ocean

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

William Shakespeare
Pain, Fire, Burning
William Shakespeare (2000). “Romeo and Juliet”, p.36, Classic Books Company

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

William Shakespeare
Thinking, Swans, Crow
William Shakespeare, Isaac Reed (1813). “The Plays of William Shakespeare”, p.800

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

William Shakespeare
Romeo And Juliet Love, World, Saws
William Shakespeare (2008). “Romeo and Juliet”, p.52, Barron's Educational Series

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

William Shakespeare
Romeo And Juliet Juliet, Shows, Wells
William Shakespeare (2000). “Romeo and Juliet”, p.41, Classic Books Company

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.

William Shakespeare
Angel, Grace, Looks
William Shakespeare (2001). “The Tragedy of Macbeth”, p.229, Classic Books Company

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

William Shakespeare
Love, Running, Smooth Sailing
'A Midsummer Night's Dream' (1595-6) act 1, sc. 1, l. 132

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

William Shakespeare
Lying, Sleep, Eye
William Shakespeare, George Steevens, Nicholas Rowe, Samuel Johnson (1824). “The Plays”, p.37

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

William Shakespeare
Sweet, Tongue, Romeo And Juliet Play
William Shakespeare, Edmond Malone, Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, Alexander Pope (1790). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone”, p.70

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

William Shakespeare
Grief, Farewell, Thee
William Shakespeare (1853). “Romeo and Juliet ...”, p.89

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

William Shakespeare
Woe
William Shakespeare (1833). “The plays and poems of William Shakspeare”, p.821

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*

William Shakespeare
Self, Stubborn, Littles

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

William Shakespeare
Ocean, Loss, Winning
William Shakespeare (1973). “Shakespeare’s Sonnets: The Problems Solved”, p.130, Springer

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

William Shakespeare
Air, Lord, Polonius
Cross, William Shakespeare (1989). “William Shakespeare: The Complete Works”, p.683, Barnes & Noble Publishing

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

William Shakespeare
Proud, Moonlight, Mets
'A Midsummer Night's Dream' (1595-6) act 2, sc. 1, l. 60

Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.

William Shakespeare
Weed, Lying, Dirty
William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler (1850). “The Family Shakspeare, in One Volume: In which Nothing is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read in a Family”, p.136

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.

William Shakespeare
Grief, Men, Yellow
'Twelfth Night' (1601) act 2, sc. 4, l. [108]

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.

William Shakespeare
Mad, Lear
'King Lear' (1605-6) act 3, sc. 6, l. [20]

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Insomnia, Nurse

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!

William Shakespeare
Art, Grief, Moon
'Romeo And Juliet' (1595) act 2, sc. 2, l. 10

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.

William Shakespeare
Romeo And Juliet Love, Scene, Fairs
'Romeo And Juliet' (1595) act 2, sc. 2, l. 92

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

William Shakespeare
Pigeons, News, Mouths
William Shakespeare (2014). “Arden Shakespeare Complete Works”, p.165, Bloomsbury Publishing

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

William Shakespeare
Wise, Art, Fall
William Shakespeare (1998). “Twelfth Night, Or, What You Will”, p.156, Oxford University Press, USA

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