William Shakespeare Quotes
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Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
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Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.
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There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
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Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
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When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.
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Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
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The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately – long love doth so.
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Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
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Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
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Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
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Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
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Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.
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We have seen better days.
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A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
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I understand a fury in your words But not your words.
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I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
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Who is it can read a woman?
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Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
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See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
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Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest have thirty-one Without a blessed gleam of sun And if any of them had two-and-thirty They'd be just as wet and twice as dirty." "April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
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Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.
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Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June. Heard, not regarded.
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They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.