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| Beetles | The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle that we tread upon In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. |
| Beetles | The sense of death is most in apprehension. |
| Beggary | Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you, and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. |
| Beggary | It needs not nor it boots thee not, proud queen, Unless the adage must be verified, That beggars mounted run their horse to death. |
| Beggary | I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered. |
| Beginnings | Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. |
| Beginnings | Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still, Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. |
| Beginnings | To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. |
| Bells | And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh, That unmatched form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. |
| Bells | Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear That thou are crowned, not that I am dead. |
| Betrayal | Et tu, Brute! |
| Birds | I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king. |
| Blessings | The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. |
| Blindness | He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. |
| Blushes | I will go wash, And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no. |
| Blushes | I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phoebus, Which is that god in office, guiding men? |
| Blushes | I have marked A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes, And in her eye there hath appeared a fire To burn the errors that these princes hold Against her maiden truth. |
| Blushes | Yet will she blush, here be it said, To bear her secrets so bewrayed. |
| Blushes | His kindled duty kindled her mistrust, That two red fires in both faces blazed. She thought he blushed as knowing Tarquin's lust, And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed, Her earnest eye did make him more amazed. |
| Borrowing | Neither a borrower nor a lender be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry. |
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