William Shakespeare Quotes
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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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God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
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By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
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Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
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The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
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When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
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My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
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Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.
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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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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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Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
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Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
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LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.
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Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
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We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
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Good reasons must of force give place to better.
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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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They are but beggars that can count their worth.
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Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
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A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in.
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If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
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Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
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Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!