William Shakespeare Quotes
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If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
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We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.
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Who can control his fate?
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Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
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He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
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The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven. The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change. Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap; The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war. These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
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Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
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What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
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Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
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The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
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For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
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Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; Wake, and find nothing.
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King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. Suffolk: No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protectors hawks do tower so well; They know their masters loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Gloucester: My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
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He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
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Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!
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GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
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Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
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a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
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When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
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The rain, it raineth every day.
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Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
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Love is a wonderful, terrible thing.
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I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.