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Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. - Author object (21)

Be great in act, as you have been in thought. - Author object (21)

Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares. - Author object (21)

In time we hate that which we often fear. - Author object (21)

Et tu, Brute? - Author object (21)

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

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me. - Author object (21)

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it. - Author object (21)

Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Romeo: Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. Juliet: You kiss by the book. - Author object (21)

Wisely and slow, they stumble who run fast. - Author object (21)

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known? - Author object (21)

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken. - Author object (21)

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night... - Author object (21)

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library. - Author object (21)

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. - Author object (21)

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. - Author object (21)

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. - Author object (21)

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. - Author object (21)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change. - Author object (21)

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.(Iago, Act II, scene iii) - Author object (21)