William Shakespeare Quotes
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They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
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Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
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What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
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And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
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By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
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Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
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Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
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An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
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A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
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She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.
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Away, you mouldy rogue, away!
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Best men oft are moulded out of faults.
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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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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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He was not so much brain as earwax
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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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Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
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He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
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Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him.
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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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An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
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Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.