William Shakespeare Quotes
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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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In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
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Out of her favour, where I am in love.
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I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
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Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator.
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Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
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We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
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I have not slept one wink.
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Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
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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.
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We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
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O, full of scorpions is my mind!
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I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
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Good reasons must of force give place to better.
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I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
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For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.
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This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
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This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
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Allow not nature more than nature needs.
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
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Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
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This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.