William Shakespeare Quotes
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
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Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
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All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
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England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune.
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Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
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He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
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Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.
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I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
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Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.
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The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.
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There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
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My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
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Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should drew us fairly for our end.
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Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
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A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
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Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed.
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There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
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O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
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Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.
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None can cure their harms by wailing them.
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Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
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His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.