Take thou some new infection t...

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

Come, we burn daylight, ho!

Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

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Here beauty hangs upon the che...

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

And what love can do, that doe...

And what love can do, that does love attempt.

At lovers' perjuries,
T...

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

He jests at scars that never f...

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

I would have thee gone,
...

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

What's in a name?...

What's in a name?

What's in a name? That which ...

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

Care keeps his watch in every ...

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

Care keeps his watch in every ...

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

Nought so vile, that on the ea...

Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.

The sweetest honey
Is l...

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

The sweetest honey
Is l...

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Too swift arrives as tardy as ...

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Adversity's sweet milk, philos...

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Night's candles are burnt out,...

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

The roses in thy lips and chee...

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

Confusion's cure lives not

Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.

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My poverty, but not my will co...

My poverty, but not my will consents.