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Shakespeare quotes on the sunno, How can it? O how can love's eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears? No marvel then though I mistake my view, The sun it self sees not, till heaven clears He that trusts to you, Where Source: THE TRAGEDY OF CORIOLANUS Why, hark you! [Trumpets, hautboys, drums beat, all together] The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance I have seen him in France; we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? Though thy speech doth fail, One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace; The sun with one eye vieweth all the world Advance your standards, and upon them, lords; Pell-mell, down with them! be first advis'd, In conflict, that you get the sun of them This night methinks is but the daylight sick; It looks a little paler; 'tis a day Such as the day is when the sun is hid Ay, and much more; but I was born so high, Our aery buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun Both by myself and many other friend; But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself- I will Source: THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she was wean'd (I never shall forget it), Of all the days of the year, upon that day; For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall Thou hast quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two; Or, if not so, until the sun be set Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him; You must consider that a prodigal course Is like the sun's, but not like his recoverable Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves; Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when they sit idly in the sun Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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