William Shakespeare Quotes
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I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! William Shakespeare
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thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
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So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
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When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
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Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.
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There's not a shirt and a half in all my company, and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves.
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ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
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Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?
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The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
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Faith, I have been a truant in the law And never yet could frame my will to it, And therefore frame the law unto my will.
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For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
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Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
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Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.
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He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
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I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
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While we lie tumbling in the hay.
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Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by.
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Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.
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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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Who is it can read a woman?
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You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.
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Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.
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On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .