William Shakespeare Quotes
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Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
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Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
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I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
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Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
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A good heart 'is worth gold.
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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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The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
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Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
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For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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The golden age is before us, not behind us.
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No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.
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I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
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I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
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Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor - Both thanks and use.
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My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
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What else may hap, to time I will commit.
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Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
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Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
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O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.
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I crave fit disposition for my wife; Due reference of place, and exhibition; With such accommodation, and besort, As levels with her breeding.
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A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
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Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.