This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends. William Shakespeare
Day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
And where two waging fires meet togetherThey do consume the thing that feeds their fury.Though little fire grows great with little wind,Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
A man whom both the waters and the wind,In that vast tennis-court, have made the ballFor them to play upon.
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding;Sweet lovers love the spring.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,Feared by their breed and famous by their birth.
My cake is dough.
One more, and this the last:So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward,But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
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