William Shakespeare - Heart Quotes

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Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.

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By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

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Let still the woman take An elder than herself, so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.

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It is not, nor it cannot come to good;
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!

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O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault!

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Macbeth: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doctor: Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macbeth: Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

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O constancy, be strong upon my side,
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.

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Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.

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Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

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Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

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No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.

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Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

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My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.

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Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!

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O tiger's heart wrapp'd in a woman's hide!

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Prosperity's the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

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Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth
know.

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Affection is a coal that must be cool'd
Else, suffered, it will set the heart of fire.

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Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.
All many be well.

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Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!

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But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

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O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!

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A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

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To persever
In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient.

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