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In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
William Shakespeare
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O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
William Shakespeare
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Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
William Shakespeare
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Self – love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self – neglecting.
William Shakespeare
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O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
William Shakespeare
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What a fool honesty is.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
William Shakespeare
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And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
William Shakespeare
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Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.
William Shakespeare
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I have not slept one wink.
William Shakespeare
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I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
William Shakespeare
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You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
William Shakespeare
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Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
William Shakespeare
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Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
William Shakespeare
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I am a man more sinned against than sinning
William Shakespeare
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The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.
William Shakespeare
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This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
William Shakespeare
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O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!
William Shakespeare
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But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.
William Shakespeare
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Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
William Shakespeare
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Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
William Shakespeare
