A Quote by William Shakespeare

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight. — © William Shakespeare
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.
Stand Firm for your country, and become a man Honour'd and lov'd: It were a noble life, To be found dead, embracing her.
I pray thee, if I have found grace in thy sight, shew me now thy way, that I may know thee, that I may find grace in thy sight: and consider that this nation is thy people.
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov'd with such transcendent passion, I soar'd, at first, quite out of reason's view, And now am lost above it.
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?
In some countries a hunting parson is no uncommon sight. Such a one might make a good shepherd's dog, but is far from being the Good Shepherd.
Never marry but for love; but see that thou lov'st what is lovely.
My own lov'd light, That very soft and solemn spirit worships, That lovers love so well--strange joy is thine, Whose influence o'er all tides of soul hath power, Who lend'st thy light to rapture and despair; The glow of hope and wan hue of sick fancy Alike reflect thy rays: alike thou lightest The path of meeting or of parting love-- Alike on mingling or on breaking hearts Thou smil'st in throned beauty!
Revealed religion first informed thy sight, and reason saw not till faith sprung to light.
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