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Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
William Shakespeare
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Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use
William Shakespeare
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The prize of all too precious you.
William Shakespeare
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He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
William Shakespeare
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Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die.
William Shakespeare
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For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
William Shakespeare
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She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
William Shakespeare
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Make not your thoughts your prisons.
William Shakespeare
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Beauty lives with kindness.
William Shakespeare
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
William Shakespeare
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Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
William Shakespeare
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His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
William Shakespeare
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In right and service to their noble country.
William Shakespeare
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To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
William Shakespeare
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Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
William Shakespeare
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The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.
William Shakespeare
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There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
William Shakespeare
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Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
William Shakespeare
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He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
William Shakespeare
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The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
William Shakespeare
