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I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him.

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joyBe heaped like mine, and that thy skill be moreTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breathThis neighbours air, and let rich music’s tongueUnfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.

There is magic in the web" Shakespeare (Othello, Act 3, Scene 4)

Zu früh, befürcht ich; denn mein Herz erbangtUnd ahnet ein Verhängnis, welches, nochVerborgen in den Sternen, heute NachtBei dieser Lustbarkeit den furchtbarn ZeitlaufBeginnen und das Ziel des läst'gen Lebens,Das meine Brust verschließt, mir kürzen wirdDurch irgendeinen Frevel frühen Todes.Doch er, der mir zur Fahrt das Steuer lenkt,Richt' auch mein Segel!I fear, too early. For my mind misgivesSome consequence, yet hanging in the stars,Shall bitterly begin his fearful dateWith this night's revels, and expire the termOf a despisèd life, closed in my breast,By some vile forfeit of untimely death.But He that hath the steerage of my courseDirect my sail!Romeo: Act I, Scene 4

She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.

What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets.

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;Whole misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their parents' strife.

Emilia:But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause,But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monsterBegot upon itself, born on itself.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:Then, heigh-ho, the holly!This life is most jolly.

You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives and conned them out of rings?

The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushedWith raven's feather from unwholesom fenDrop on you both! A southwest blow on yeAnd blister you all o'er!

Thou most lying slave,Whom stripes may move, not kindness!

Hell is empty, 252 And all the devils are here.

She will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her.

LEONTES                                              Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible Of breaking honesty;—horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift; Hours, minutes; noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked?—is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.

they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embrac'd as it were from the ends of opposed winds.

The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring,And these the showers to bring it on..

Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...