Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair: And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love’s Labour’s Lost 4.3
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To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter, To tame the unicorn and lion wild, To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled, To cheer the ploughman with increaseful crops, And waste huge stones with little water drops.
Rape of Lucrece
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The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I: I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me.
Midsummer Night’s Dream 3.2
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But with the word the time will bring on summer, When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as sharp.
All’s Well That Ends Well 4.4
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In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Sonnet 73
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When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavor of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity.
Love’s Labour’s Lost 1.1
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The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.
These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
Richard II 2.4
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How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters and four wanton springs End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
Richard II 1.3
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