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O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip Hath virgined it e'er since.
William Shakespeare
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Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
William Shakespeare
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At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
William Shakespeare
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Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
William Shakespeare
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Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
William Shakespeare
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Heaven give you many, many merry days.
William Shakespeare
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Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
William Shakespeare
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You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
William Shakespeare
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How can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance.
William Shakespeare
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The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
William Shakespeare
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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
William Shakespeare
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Fill all thy bones with aches.
William Shakespeare
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Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
William Shakespeare
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Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.
William Shakespeare
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He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
William Shakespeare
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
William Shakespeare
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For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
William Shakespeare
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But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.
William Shakespeare
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Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?
William Shakespeare
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Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
William Shakespeare
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Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
William Shakespeare
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God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
William Shakespeare
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I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
William Shakespeare
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And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
William Shakespeare
