William Shakespeare Quotes
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Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!
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An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
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Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find.
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The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.
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He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
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An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.
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Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
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Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.
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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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He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
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And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
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Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
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Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.
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The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.
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Have patience, and endure
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If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
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Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
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While we lie tumbling in the hay.
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When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.
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Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
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Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; Wake, and find nothing.
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Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
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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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Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.