Tuesday, 16 May 2017

16 Shakespeare Citation

So loving to my mother, 
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, 
Visit her face' too roughly. 



When Love speaks, the voice of all the gods 
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

The prize of all too precious you

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.


Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let 
me die, for I have lived long enough.

e half of me is yours, the other half yours
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours. 

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, 
That I shall say good night till it be morrow

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?

Eyes, look your last! 
Arms, take your last embrace! 
And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death

True apothecary, thy drugs art quick 

O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.



One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun

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