Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
This was Shakespeare's form ; Who walk'd in every path of human life, Felt every passion ; and to all mankind Doth now, will ever, that experience yield Which his own genius only could acquire.
Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
All flesh doth frailty breed!
I shouldn't toot my own horn, but he who doth not toot his own horn alloweth it to remain untooteth.
A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
He that doth what he should not, shall feele what he would not. [He that doth what he should not shall feel what he would not. ]
In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware, beware! Touch not the roses growing there, For every rose a thorn doth bear.
Hee that doth what hee will, doth not what he ought.
Dry August and warm, Doth harvest no harm.
Truth is a naked and open daylight, that does not show the masques, and mummeries, and triumphs of the world, half so stately and daintily as candle-lights. . . A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each?
Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
It is unity that doth enchant me. By her power I am free though thrall, happy in sorrow, rich in poverty, and quick even in death.
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
Hee that should have what hee hath not, should doe what he doth not.
That is good which doth good.