William Shakespeare Quotes
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'Tis pride that pulls the country down.
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Love sees with the heart and not with mind.
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Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.
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Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
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There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)
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Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
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If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.
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O hell! to choose love with another's eye.
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Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.... [W]hat can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?... [N]othing can we call our own, but death... [L]et us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings: - How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd.
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From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
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When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
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For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part.
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In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.
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Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
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The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.
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The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
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Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.
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Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
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What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
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Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.
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For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
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Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
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The let-alone lies not in your good will.