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The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, From earth to heaven.
William Shakespeare
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Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
William Shakespeare
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Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
William Shakespeare
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The curse of marriage That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites!
William Shakespeare
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Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
William Shakespeare
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I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now.
William Shakespeare
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O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
William Shakespeare
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Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.
William Shakespeare
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Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
William Shakespeare
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I hourly learn a doctrine of obedience.
William Shakespeare
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Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
William Shakespeare
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Death rock me asleep.
William Shakespeare
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Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
William Shakespeare
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When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
William Shakespeare
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Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions.
William Shakespeare
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I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
William Shakespeare
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Time is the king of men.
William Shakespeare
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O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
William Shakespeare
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O for a horse with wings!
William Shakespeare
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Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.
William Shakespeare
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For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part.
William Shakespeare
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Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
William Shakespeare
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I stand for judgment: answer: shall I have it?
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
