True love doth not speak.
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True love doth not speak.
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
But mine and mine I loved and mine I praised
And mine that I was proud on, mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine.
Actors are the only honest hypocrites.
Thus with a kiss... I die.
Curse your eyes!
They have bewitched and divided me.
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours -
mine, I should have said - but if mine, then yours,
and so I'm all yours!
Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel,
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear 't that th' opposèd may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.
Take each man's censure but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy--rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
But I am constant as the northern star, of whose true-fixed and resting quality. There is no fellow in the firmament.