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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.
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 brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
William Shakespeare
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Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!
William Shakespeare
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O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
William Shakespeare
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Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
William Shakespeare
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I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
William Shakespeare
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A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
William Shakespeare
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This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.
William Shakespeare
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I am that merry wanderer of the night.
William Shakespeare
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The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
William Shakespeare
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He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
William Shakespeare
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Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
William Shakespeare
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The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
William Shakespeare
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The golden age is before us, not behind us.
William Shakespeare
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A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
William Shakespeare
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Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
William Shakespeare
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Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
William Shakespeare
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The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.
William Shakespeare
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I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man.
William Shakespeare
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With love's light wings did I o'er–perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out.
William Shakespeare
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I that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.
William Shakespeare
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Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate.
William Shakespeare
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Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
William Shakespeare
