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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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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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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Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
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Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
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This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star.
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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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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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thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
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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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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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Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?
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Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
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One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
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Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
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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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Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
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Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil.
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My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
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He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
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I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
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Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
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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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Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.