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Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.
William Shakespeare
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What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?
William Shakespeare
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But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!
William Shakespeare
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Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast...
William Shakespeare
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Ay, is it not a language I speak?
William Shakespeare
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I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
William Shakespeare
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I almost die for food, and let me have it!
William Shakespeare
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Make not your thoughts your prisons.
William Shakespeare
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Never shame to hear what you have nobly done
William Shakespeare
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Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
William Shakespeare
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When I was at home I was in a better place
William Shakespeare
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Hear the meaning within the word.
William Shakespeare
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From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
William Shakespeare
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See where she comes apparelled like the spring.
William Shakespeare
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A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
William Shakespeare
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If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
William Shakespeare
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What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
William Shakespeare
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My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
William Shakespeare
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
William Shakespeare
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My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
William Shakespeare
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[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
William Shakespeare
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Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use
William Shakespeare
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Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
William Shakespeare
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Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.
William Shakespeare
