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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. martha Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. chuck What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. trevor If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? vinnie You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.
December 4th, 2004 at 12:16 am
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. martha Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head.
December 4th, 2004 at 12:16 am
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. chuck What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
December 4th, 2004 at 12:16 am
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. trevor If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.
December 4th, 2004 at 12:16 am
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? vinnie You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.
December 4th, 2004 at 12:16 am
O, woe is me,To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! mike I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.