| Quotes |
Topic |
| Feet | Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. |
| Festivities | This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love, and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. |
| Fidelity | O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth? |
| Fidelity | You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant! But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel. |
| Fire | A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. |
| Fire | The fire i' th' flint Shows not till it be struck, our gentle flame Provokes itself and like the current flies Each bound it chafes. |
| Fire | Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. |
| Flattery | 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. |
| Flattery | If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him, for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. |
| Flattery | By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word, approve me, lord. |
| Flattery | What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery? |
| Flattery | O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery! |
| Flowers | Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time. |
| Fools | Lord, what fools these mortals be. |
| Footsteps | The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light, . . . |
| Forgiveness | What if this cursed hand Where thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? |
| Forgiveness | I pardon him as God shall pardon me. |
| Fraud | But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth, His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. |
| Friendship | Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. |
| Gain | Share the advice betwixt you, if both gain all The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, And is enough for both. |
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