William Shakespeare Quotes
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Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
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Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
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Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.
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As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
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The worm is not to be trusted.
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A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
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Much rain wears the marble.
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Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
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O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
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I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
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I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
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Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
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A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
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Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.
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He is white-livered and red-faced.
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I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
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But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.
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The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
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There is flattery in friendship.
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A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!