William Shakespeare Quotes
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The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
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Allow not nature more than nature needs.
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I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
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When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
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But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.
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Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
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Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
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Good reasons must of force give place to better.
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Crowns have their compass-length of days their date- Triumphs their tomb-felicity, her fate- Of nought but earth can earth make us partaker, But knowledge makes a king most like his Maker.
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I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
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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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O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.
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To do a great right do a little wrong.
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Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction.
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This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
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Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
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Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
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Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.
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It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.