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Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.
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, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
William Shakespeare
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I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.
William Shakespeare
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Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.
William Shakespeare
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Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
William Shakespeare
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...an old man is twice a child.
William Shakespeare
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Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.
William Shakespeare
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If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.
William Shakespeare
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If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
William Shakespeare
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When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
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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By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
William Shakespeare
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If there is a good will, there is great way.
William Shakespeare
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Death rock me asleep.
William Shakespeare
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The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
William Shakespeare
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Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself.
William Shakespeare
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If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
William Shakespeare
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Every why has a wherefore.
William Shakespeare
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Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
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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She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
William Shakespeare
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I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
William Shakespeare
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Swift as shadow, short as any dream
William Shakespeare
