At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost
-- Act i, Sc. 1
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost
-- Act i, Sc. 1
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- A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost... - A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding,
a woman. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's... - A high hope for a low heaven.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.... - That unlettered small-knowing soul.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.... - Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -... - A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost... - Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down,
sorrow! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's... - And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost... - Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
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William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost...
