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Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
I bear a charmed life.
Life every man holds dear but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Ignorance is the curse of God knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.