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Now Cracks A Noble Heart. Good Night Sweet Prince: And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!
~ William Shakespeare, "Hamlet", Act 5 scene 2 An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness. No Reward Coming After The Event Can Compare With The Sweet Reward That Went With It.
~ Maurice Masterlinck The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems, And Spoils; The Motions Of His Spirit Are Dull As Night, And His Affections Dark As Erebus. Let No Such Man Be Trusted.
~ William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice Nay, Tempt Me Not To Love Again There Was A Time When Love Was Sweet Dear Nea Had I Known Thee Then, Our Souls Had Not Been Slow To Meet But Oh This Weary Heart Hath Run So Many A Time The Rounds Of Pain, Not Even For Thee, Thou Lovely One Would I Endure Such Pangs Again.
~ Sir Thomas More The Holy Passion Of Friendship Is So Sweet And Steady And Loyal And Enduring A Nature That It Will Last Through A Whole Lifetime, If Not Asked To Lend Money.
~ Mark Twain Sow Good Services Sweet Remembrances Will Grow Them.
~ Madame de Stael What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.
~ Robert Herrick Were This World An Endless Pain, And By Sailing Eastward We Could Forever Reach New Distances, And Discover Sights More Sweet And Strange Than Any Cyclades Or Islands Of King Solomon, Then There Were Promise In The Voyage.
~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick With True Friends... Even Water Drunk Together Is Sweet Enough.
~ Chinese Prove How Sweet And Soothing Is This Hour Of Calm! I Thank Thee, Night! For Thou Has Chased Away These Horrid Bodements Which, Amidst The Throng, I Could Not Dissipate; And With The Blessing Of Thy Benign And Quiet Influence Now Will I To My Couch, Although To Rest Is Almost Wronging Such A Night As This.
~ Lord Byron Go, Lovely Rose! Tell Her That Wastes Her Time And Me That Now She Knows, When I Resemble Her To Thee, How Sweet And Fair She Seems To Be.
~ Edmund Waller, Go, Lovely Rose: stanza 1 Sick I Am Of Idle Words, Past All Reconciling, Words That Weary And Perplex And Pander And Conceal, Wake The Sounds That Cannot Lie, For All Their Sweet Beguiling The Language One Need Fathom Not, But Only Hear And Feel.
~ George Du Maurie
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