William Shakespeare Quotes
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'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
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There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.
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See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
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Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
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There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
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God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
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Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
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Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.
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Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.
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What a fool honesty is.
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
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Unquiet meals make ill digestions.
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Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
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The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
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Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
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I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth.
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I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
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Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
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The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
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Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
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Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
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For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace.
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Self – love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self – neglecting.
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I am a man more sinned against than sinning