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What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee
William Shakespeare
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As merry as the day is long.
William Shakespeare
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By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
William Shakespeare
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What a piece of work is a man
William Shakespeare
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Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
William Shakespeare
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Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?
William Shakespeare
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Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
William Shakespeare
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For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
William Shakespeare
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To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
William Shakespeare
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The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
William Shakespeare
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Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
William Shakespeare
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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
William Shakespeare
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For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.
William Shakespeare
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What's done can't be undone.
William Shakespeare
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The golden age is before us, not behind us.
William Shakespeare
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Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
William Shakespeare
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What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
William Shakespeare
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'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
William Shakespeare
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All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy.
William Shakespeare
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Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
William Shakespeare
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Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
William Shakespeare
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This is the short and the long of it.
William Shakespeare
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You have witchcraft in your lips
William Shakespeare
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Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him.
William Shakespeare
