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God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.
---Shakespeare, Hamlet
. . my delight is all in ioyfulnesse . . .
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!
Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
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Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
William Shakespeare, Othello
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Well warned to beware with whom he dar'd to dallie.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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But what are kings, when regiment is gone,
But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
- Edward II, 5.1 Christopher Marlowe
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. . . his hand did quake,
And tremble like a leafe of Aspin greene,
And troubled blood through his pale face was seene
To come, and goe with tidings from the heart,
As it a ronning messenger had beene.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Thou mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!
William Shakespeare
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Much like to the mole in Æsopes fable, that, being blynd her selfe, would in no wise be perswaded that any beast could see.
Edmund Spenser, Edmund Spenser
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All beasts are happy,
For, when they die,
Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell.
Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me!
No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer
That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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There did I finde mine onely faithfull frend
In heauy plight and sad perplexitie;
Whereof I sorie, yet my selfe did bend,
Him to recomfort with my companie.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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His louely words her seemd due recompence
Of all her passed paines: one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweete is worth a pound of sowre:
Shee has forgott, how many, a woeful stowre
For him she late endurd; she speakes no more
Of past . . .
Before her stands her knight, for whom she toyld so sore.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Where both deliberate, the love is slight; Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe
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It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill,
That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore:
For some, that hath abundance at his will,
Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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