William Shakespeare Quotes
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I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth.
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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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There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
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I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
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Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
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There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.
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Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
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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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I am a man more sinned against than sinning
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I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
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Self – love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self – neglecting.
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Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
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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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In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
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Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
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We must not stint Our necessary actions in the fear To cope malicious censurers, which ever, As rav'nous fishes, do a vessel follow That is new-trimmed, but benefit no further Than vainly longing.
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Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
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Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
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Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
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I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
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If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not
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Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!