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But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.
William Shakespeare
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Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.
William Shakespeare
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And she's fair I love.
William Shakespeare
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Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.
William Shakespeare
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There's small choice in rotten apples.
William Shakespeare
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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
William Shakespeare
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However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
William Shakespeare
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And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
William Shakespeare
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Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
William Shakespeare
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I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
William Shakespeare
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Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
William Shakespeare
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My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
William Shakespeare
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Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
William Shakespeare
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For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.
William Shakespeare
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The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
William Shakespeare
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Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
William Shakespeare
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
William Shakespeare
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This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
William Shakespeare
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That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
William Shakespeare
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Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
William Shakespeare
