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These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep. ----William Shakespeare
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See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! ---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Like madness is the glory of this life. ---Shakespeare, Timon of Athens
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Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave. William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds. William Shakespeare, The Sonnets
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