William Shakespeare Quotes
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The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
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We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
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Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
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An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
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What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.
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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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Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
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I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
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For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
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But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
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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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Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?
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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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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
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You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
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This is the short and the long of it.
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So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
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King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. Suffolk: No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protectors hawks do tower so well; They know their masters loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Gloucester: My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
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Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
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If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
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Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.
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The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness.
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. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.