William Shakespeare Quotes
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This act is an ancient tale new told; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable.
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When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
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Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
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Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity.
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It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
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O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
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Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
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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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Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.
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You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.
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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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And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
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I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
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You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.
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We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
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Self – love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self – neglecting.
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If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell.
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Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
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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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Is she not passing fair?
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Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
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O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.
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The apparel oft proclaims the man.
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The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.