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| When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child Understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room | | Uncategorized | |
| When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again | | Uncategorized | |
When beggars die there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. | | Uncategorized | |
| When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension. | | Uncategorized | |
When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye. | | Uncategorized | |
| When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. | | Uncategorized | |
| When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun. | | Uncategorized | |
When he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still. | | Uncategorized | |
| When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner. | | Cruelty; Justice; War | |
| When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar] | | Uncategorized | |
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. | | Uncategorized | |
| When most I wink, then do my eyes best see | | Vision | |
| When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though know she lies | | Uncategorized | |
| When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors | | Action | |
| When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will. | | Uncategorized | |
| When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions! | | Sorrow | |
| When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff | | Uncategorized | |
| When the age is in, the wit is out | | Age | |
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness. | | Uncategorized | |
| When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. | | Uncategorized | |
