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Shakespeare quotes on lossBut if the while I think on thee (dear friend) All losses are restored, and sorrows end 42 That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly, That she hath thee is of my wailing Source: THE SONNETS When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store 90 Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now, Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross, join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm- Whose eye beck'd forth my wars and call'd them home, Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end- Like a right gypsy hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, At eighteen years became inquisitive After his brother, and importun'd me That his attendant-so his case was like, Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name- Might bear him company in the quest of him; Whom whilst I laboured of a love to see, I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, I may be heard, I would crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm Than so much loss of time Now he weighs time Even to the utmost grain; that you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture When he perceiv'd me shrink and on my knee, His bloody sword he Source: THE FIRST PART OF HENRY THE SIXTH Is all our travail turn'd to this effect? After the slaughter of so many peers, So many captains, gentlemen, and soldiers, That in this quarrel have been overthrown And sold their bodies for their country's benefit, Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace? Have we not lost most part of all the towns, By treason, falsehood, and by treachery, Our great progenitors had conquered? O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief The utter loss of all the realm of France Poor queen! How love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage! Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke, Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle Tire on the flesh of me and of my son! The loss of those three lords torments my heart After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought, Where your brave father breath'd his latest gasp, Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run, Were brought me of your loss and his depart For what, Lieutenant? For well using me? Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness, For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure; Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds Conceive when, after many moody thoughts, At last by notes of household harmony They quite forget their loss of liberty Bethink you, father; for the difference Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome Or the light loss of England for a friend I honour'd him, I lov'd him, and will weep My date of life out for his sweet life's loss If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life, With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Stand in assured loss Assist me in my purpose, And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give the A hundred pound in gold more than your loss Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED PEASEBLOSSOM Though other things grow fair against the sun, Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts! Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland, Expedient manage must be made, my liege, Ere further leisure yicld them further means For their advantage and your Highness' loss Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; The other Edward dead, to quit my Edward; Young York he is but boot, because both they Match'd not the high perfection of my loss The loss you have is but a son being King, And by that loss your daughter is made Queen I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, So have we all, of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss Zounds, ye whore! Is black so base a hue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom sure He merits well to have her that doth seek her, Not making any scruple of her soilure, With such a hell of pain and world of charge; And you as well to keep her that defend her, Not palating the taste of her dishonour, With such a costly loss of wealth and friends Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose; If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; If I lose them, thus find I by their loss Enter SHEPHERD and CLOWN Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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