| Quotes |
Topic |
| Loss | Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms. |
| Love | Love is a spirit of all compact of fire. |
| Love | Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. |
| Love | Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. |
| Love | Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. |
| Love | The course of true love never did run smooth. |
| Love | They do not love that do not show their love. |
| Love | As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. |
| Love | Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love. |
| Luck | There's something in't More than my father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven, and would your honor But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure By such a day and hour. |
| Luck | I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously, for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests, but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me. |
| Luck | Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee! |
| Luck | As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket. |
| Luck | This is the third time, I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. |
| Luxury | What think you, if he were conveyed to bed, Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself? |
| Luxury | Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. |
| Mammals | Nay, master, said not I as much when I saw the porpoise, how he bounced and tumbled? They say they're half fish, half flesh. A plague on them! They ne'er come but I look to be washed. |
| Man | All the world's a stage, And all the men and merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts.... |
| March | Beware the ides of March. |
| March | The ides of March are come. |
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