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O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
William Shakespeare -
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.
William Shakespeare
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
William Shakespeare -
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
William Shakespeare -
Thy friendship makes us fresh.
William Shakespeare -
A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
William Shakespeare -
The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
William Shakespeare -
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
William Shakespeare
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And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
William Shakespeare -
O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.
William Shakespeare -
The time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
William Shakespeare -
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.
William Shakespeare -
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
William Shakespeare -
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
William Shakespeare
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To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
William Shakespeare -
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
William Shakespeare -
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws.
William Shakespeare -
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
William Shakespeare -
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
William Shakespeare -
From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
William Shakespeare
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Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
William Shakespeare -
Haste is needful in a desperate case.
William Shakespeare -
No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy.
William Shakespeare -
Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
William Shakespeare