William Shakespeare Quotes
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Out of her favour, where I am in love.
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While we lie tumbling in the hay.
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Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
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But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
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Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring?
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Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.
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The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
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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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If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
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I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
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Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
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Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
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Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.
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Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
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Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.
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Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
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It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.
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Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find.
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Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
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The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
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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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A very honest woman but something given to lie
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I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
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Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.