| Quotes |
| Rating | Hits | Title | Contains |
| | Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For th | C |
| | Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, | C |
| | As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go, Whilst some of their sad | C |
| | Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perch | C |
| | At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, yo | C |
| | I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then, But suck'd | D |
| | Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtai | C |
| | For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five g | C |
| | I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But wher | C |
| | Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitte | C |
| | I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born | C |
| | And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out, The sun is lost, and | C |
| | Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering | C |
| | If the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likenes | C |
| | Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught | C |
| | Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, | C |
| | Whate'er he did was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please | C |
| | Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory | C |
| | Honi soit qui mal y pense | C |
| | The Lord God is subtle, but malicious he is not | C |
| | I shall never believe that God plays dice with the world | C |
| | I do not know with what weapons World War 3 will be fought, but World War 4 will be fought with stic | C |
| | The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history | C |
| | Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized | C |
| | Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his | F |