William Shakespeare Quotes
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They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
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Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
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A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
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An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
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Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
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How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
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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.
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I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.
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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!
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Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
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I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
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Fill all thy bones with aches.
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And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.
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Scorn, at first, makes after – love the more.
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You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
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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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Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.
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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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Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.
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Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
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Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
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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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When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.