William Shakespeare Quotes
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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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Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
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Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
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The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune.
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Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
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Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
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And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
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The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.
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Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
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My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
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I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie.
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If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not
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Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.
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In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
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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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This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
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Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
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Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind.
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Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
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I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.
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Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
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When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?
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These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.