William Shakespeare Quotes
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So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't.
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Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
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The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
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And she's fair I love.
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We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
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Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
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If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not
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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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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
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So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
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This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
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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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Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry
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Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
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Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
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He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
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Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
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Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
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This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
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However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
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Thus did I keep my person fresh and new, My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen but wondered at, and so my state, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.
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To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.