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Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
William Shakespeare
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One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
William Shakespeare
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The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.
William Shakespeare
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Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
William Shakespeare
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God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
William Shakespeare
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QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
William Shakespeare
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Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.
William Shakespeare
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Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
William Shakespeare
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A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
William Shakespeare
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A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
William Shakespeare
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No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
William Shakespeare
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Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.
William Shakespeare
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Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
William Shakespeare
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Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am
William Shakespeare
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Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man.
William Shakespeare
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Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
William Shakespeare
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We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
William Shakespeare
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Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
William Shakespeare
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Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
William Shakespeare
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Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
William Shakespeare
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Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
William Shakespeare
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
William Shakespeare
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Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.
William Shakespeare
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To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
William Shakespeare
