William Shakespeare - Sweet Quotes

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Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

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Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

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So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

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They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die.

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Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.

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The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours,
Even in the moment that we call them ours.

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Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

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Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.

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If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor!

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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.

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I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.

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In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

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Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

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What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:

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To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.

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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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Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

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Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

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It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?...

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When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh! the doxy, over the dale,
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year.

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It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

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O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.

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Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

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Eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.

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Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

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There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

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How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

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Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?

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Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

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