William Shakespeare Quotes
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Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.
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Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
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Faith, I have been a truant in the law And never yet could frame my will to it, And therefore frame the law unto my will.
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And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!
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For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, expecting ever when some envious surge will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
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Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
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Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
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Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious or bird fair, Be absent hence!
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O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!
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O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves!
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You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
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Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.
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Who is it can read a woman?
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A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
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He that dies pays all debts.
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If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
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In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
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Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.
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The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
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Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.
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I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear.
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Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
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All offences come from the heart.
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Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.