William Shakespeare Quotes
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Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
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Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
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Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
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Are you up to your destiny?
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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.
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There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
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And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
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Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
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For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
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A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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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
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Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
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So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
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This is the short and the long of it.
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Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
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Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
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Oh what fools we mortals are.
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To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
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You have witchcraft in your lips
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Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
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Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
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An angel; or, if not, An earthly paragon.
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Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight