William Shakespeare Quotes
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O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -
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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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Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.
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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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Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
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To whom God will, there be the victory.
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In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
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But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
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It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
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Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
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The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
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The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
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I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
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The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
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Our very eyes Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind.
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You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
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I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
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Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth.
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He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
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A fool's bolt is soon shot.
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A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
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Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
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Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.