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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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Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
William Shakespeare
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The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
William Shakespeare
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
William Shakespeare
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Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
William Shakespeare
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I'll note you in my book of memory.
William Shakespeare
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What else may hap, to time I will commit.
William Shakespeare
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A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
William Shakespeare
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A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
William Shakespeare
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Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
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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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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wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
William Shakespeare
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Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
William Shakespeare
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Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
William Shakespeare
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Best men oft are moulded out of faults.
William Shakespeare
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The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
William Shakespeare
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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?
William Shakespeare
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Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
William Shakespeare
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An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
William Shakespeare
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So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.
William Shakespeare
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
William Shakespeare
