William Shakespeare Quotes
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O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.
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Who is it can read a woman?
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You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
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With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.
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O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.
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This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
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The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst.
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And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
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There's daggers in men's smiles.
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Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by.
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It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.
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Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
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A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
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Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?
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The apparel oft proclaims the man.
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Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
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The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
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It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
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If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.
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To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans, Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights; If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labour won; However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
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Is she not passing fair?
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[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
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Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.