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My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. - Author object (21)

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break. - Author object (21)

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. - Author object (21)

You speak an infinite deal of nothing. - Author object (21)

We know what we are, but not what we may be. - Author object (21)

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. - Author object (21)

Time is very slow for those who wait Very fast for those who are scared very long for those who lament Very short for those who celebrate But for those who love time is eternal - Author object (21)

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed! - Author object (21)

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. - Author object (21)

Listen to many, speak to a few. - Author object (21)

I am not bound to please thee with my answer. - Author object (21)

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. - Author object (21)

Sweets to the sweet. - Author object (21)

Conscience doth make cowards of us all. - Author object (21)

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. - Author object (21)

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. - Author object (21)

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. - Author object (21)

How far that little candle throws his beams. So shines a good deed in a weary world. - Author object (21)

Expectation is the root of all heartache. - Author object (21)

All's well if all ends well. - Author object (21)