William Shakespeare Quotes
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Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
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Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
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I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
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Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!
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This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
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Unquiet meals make ill digestions.
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There's daggers in men's smiles.
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Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
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There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
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I am a feather for each wind that blows
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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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Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
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Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
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Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
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Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
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The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
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I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth.
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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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Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
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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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Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
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O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
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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.