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- When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LV
- Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet LVI
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LX
- Ruin has taught me 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, Sonnet LXIV
- That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LXXIII
- This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet LXXIII
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet lxxxvii
- Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet XII
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII
- When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...
Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many things I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXX
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet xxx
- Exit, pursued by a bear.
- William Shakespeare, Stage direction in "The Winter's Tale"
- My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.
- William Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew
- A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, muddy,
ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. - William Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew, Act V, sc. 2
- Every why hath a wherefore.
- William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors, Act II, sc. 2
- How comes it, that thou art then estranged from thyself?
- William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors, Act II, sc. 2
- I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.
- William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors, Act II, sc. 2
- Against my soul's pure truth why labour you to make it wander in an unknown field?
- William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors, Act III, sc. 2
- Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together.
- William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors, Act IV, sc. 1
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