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Shakespeare quotes on cure34 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke? 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my Source: THE SONNETS Thus policy in love t' anticipate The ills that were not, grew to faults assured, And brought to medicine a healthful state Which rank of goodness would by ill be cured Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love, A dateless lively heat still to endure, And grew a seeting bath which yet men prove, Against strange maladies a sovereign cure There's something in't More than my father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and, would your honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his Grace's cure I am not an impostor, that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim; But know I think, and think I know most sure, My art is not past power nor you past cure But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born, And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his uncle, Whom he reports to be a great magician, Obscured in the circle of this forest The gods forbid! I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause That gold must round engirt these brows of mine, Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Is able with the change to kill and cure For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air? And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity? Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds Is Source: KING HENRY THE EIGHTH Why should we, good lady, Upon what cause, wrong you? Alas, our places, The way of our profession is against it; We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow 'em And, by my faith, this league that we have made Will give her sadness very little cure This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses, Which, if convenience will not allow, Stand in hard cure No, page; it is an epilogue or discourse to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me None, but that there is so great a fever on goodness that the dissolution of it must cure it Is't like that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation To think so base a thought; it were too gross To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond, Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud; Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall To cureless ruin God help the noble Claudio! If he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere 'a be cured His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot Of very expert and approved allowance; Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgement cannot cure Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio; Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure His noble kinsman-most degenerate king! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm; We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, And yet we strike not, but securely perish Lords, you that here are under our arrest, Procure your sureties for your days of answer O, now I need the priest that spake to me! I now repent I told the pursuivant, As too triumphing, how mine enemies To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, And I myself secure in grace and favour Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is lessoned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart With too much blood and too little brain these two may run mad; but, if with too much brain and to little blood they do, I'll be a curer of madmen Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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