William Shakespeare Quotes
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Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
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I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
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Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.
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The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
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When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
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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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Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?
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Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
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Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
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Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
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When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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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.
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The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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Out of her favour, where I am in love.
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To do a great right do a little wrong.
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Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth.
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
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Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
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Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.
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Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
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I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
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thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
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The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!