As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
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Had I but died an hour before this chance,_x000D_ _x000D_ I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,_x000D_ _x000D_ There's nothing serious in mortality:_x000D_ _x000D_ All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead;_x000D_ _x000D_ The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees_x000D_ _x000D_ Is left this vault to brag of.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
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