Grief makes one hour ten
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need If thou sorrow, he will weep If thou wake, he cannot sleep Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt
Your horrid image doth unfix my hair.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her handO that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek
I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure
My crown is in my heart, not in my head, Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen my crown is called contentment A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Adieu I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave
My heart is true as steel.
But words are words I never yet did hearThat the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
Go to your bosom Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile - a
A light heart lives long
I have said too much unto a heart of stone.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted.
A high hope for a low heaven.
I go, and it is done the bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go
Confess yourself to heaven Repent what's past avoid what is to come