Speeches (Lines) for Shakespeare
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When my love swears that she is made of truth,
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Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
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Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
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Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook
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If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
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Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,
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Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;
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Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
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She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth;
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If music and sweet poetry agree,
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Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love,
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Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,
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I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have;
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Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her
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Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
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Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
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And as goods lost are seld or never found,
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Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share:
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Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
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Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east!
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For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty,
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Were I with her, the night would post too soon;
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It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
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Long was the combat doubtful that love with love did fight,
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But one must be refused; more mickle was the pain
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Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day,
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On a day, alack the day!
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28 |
My flocks feed not,
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When as thine eye hath chose the dame,
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And when thou comest thy tale to tell,
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And set thy person forth to sell.
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What though she strive to try her strength,
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And to her will frame all thy ways;
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34 |
Serve always with assured trust,
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The wiles and guiles that women work,
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Think women still to strive with men,
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But, soft! enough, too much, I fear
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Live with me, and be my love,
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39 |
There will we sit upon the rocks,
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40 |
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
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A belt of straw and ivy buds,
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42 |
[Love's Answer]
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As it fell upon a day
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