William Shakespeare Quotes
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A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
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I crave fit disposition for my wife; Due reference of place, and exhibition; With such accommodation, and besort, As levels with her breeding.
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Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
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A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in.
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Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
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A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
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I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
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This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
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Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!
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I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
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There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
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Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.
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There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently
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They are but beggars that can count their worth.
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They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
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They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
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Scorn, at first, makes after – love the more.
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Unquiet meals make ill digestions.
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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
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There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would.
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
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The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none.