William Shakespeare Quotes
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The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
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There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
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Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!
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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.
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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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O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
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They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
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Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
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My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
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I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
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Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
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We will have rings and things and fine array
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Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.
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More matter with less art.
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Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
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Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
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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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The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
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The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness.
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A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
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Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
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But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
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They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.