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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
English dramatist and poet
(1564 - 1616)
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It is religion to be thus forsworn,
  For charity itself fulfills the law
    And who can never love from charity?
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Charity]

(King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame!
  (Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name.
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (King Ferdinand & Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Intemperance]

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,
  And where we are our learning likewise is.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Learning]

Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.
  For valor, is not Love a Hercules,
    Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Love]

Never durst poet touch a pen to write
  Until his ink were temp'red with Love's sighs;
    O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
      And plant in tyrants mild humility.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Poets]

Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
  You have in that forsworn the use of eyes,
    And study too, the causer of your vow;
      For where in any author in the world
        Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Eyes]

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
  Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
    Where several worthies make one dignity,
      Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Wishes]

On a day (alack the day!)
  Love, whose month is ever May,
    Spied a blossom passing fair
      Playing in the wanton air.
        Through the velvet leaves the wind,
          All unseen, can passage find;
            That the lover, sick to death,
              Wished himself the heaven's breath.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Dumaine at IV, iii)
        [Love]

To things a sale a seller's praise belongs;
  She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Business]

Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is:
  Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,
    Exhal'st this vapor-now; in thee it is.
      If broken then, it is no fault of mine;
        If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
          To lose an oath to win a paradise?
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (Longaville at IV, iii) [Oaths]

Why, universal plodding poisons up
  The nimble spirits in the arteries,
    As motion and long-during action tires
      The sinewy vigor of the traveller.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at IV, iii)
        [Work]

You would for paradise break faith and troth;
  And Jove, for your live, would infringe an oath.
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at IV, iii)
        [Love]

Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Costard at V, i)
        [Pigeons]

O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus. Thou art easier swallowed than a flapdragon.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Costard at V, i)
        [Words]

They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Moth at V, i)
        [Quotations]

A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue;
  Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
    For my great suit so easily obtained.
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (Princess of France at V, ii) [Speech]

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
  Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
    Of him that makes it.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Rosaline at V, ii)
        [Jesting]

A time, methinks, too short
  To make a world-without-end bargain in.
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (Princess of France at V, ii) [Matrimony]

And though the mourning brow of progeny
  Forbid the smiling courtesy of love
    The holy suit which fain it would convince,
      Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
        Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
          From what it purposed; since to wail friends lost
            Is not by much so wholesome-profitable
              As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at V, ii)
        [Friends]

Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Boyet at V, ii)
        [Proverbs]

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud;
  Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown,
    Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Boyet at V, ii)
        [Women]

Had she been light, like you,
  Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
    She might ha' been a grandam ere she died;
      And so may you, for a light heart lives long.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Katharine at V, ii)
        [Cheerfulness]

I am that flower--That mint. That columbine.
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (Armado & Dumaine & Longaville at V, ii)
        [Columbines]

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
      - Love's Labor's Lost (Armado at V, ii)
        [Discretion]

If this austere insociable life
  Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
    If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds,
      Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
        But that it bear this trial, and last love;
          Then, at the expiration of the year,
            Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
              And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine,
                I will be thine; and till that instant, shut
                  My woeful self up in a mourning house,
                    Raining the tears of lamentation
                      For the remembrance of my father's death.
      - Love's Labor's Lost
         (Princess of France at V, ii) [Tears]


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