William Shakespeare - Sweet Quotes

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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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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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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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What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.

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The hearts
That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar.

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When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence;
So sweet is zealous contemplation.

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

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

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Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

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So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

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For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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O! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven;
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

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A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent—sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

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Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday.

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So part we sadly in this troublous world,
To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

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Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them. They see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have.

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This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air.

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Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.

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I thank you for your voices, thank you,
Your most sweet voices.

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O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip
Hath virgined it e'er since.

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I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave.

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Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

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There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O! you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

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Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.

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

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'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

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