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My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
William Shakespeare
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A good heart 'is worth gold.
William Shakespeare
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It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
William Shakespeare
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Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
William Shakespeare
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He was not so much brain as earwax
William Shakespeare
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Away, you mouldy rogue, away!
William Shakespeare
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So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
William Shakespeare
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Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
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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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
William Shakespeare
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Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
William Shakespeare
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I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.
William Shakespeare
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Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
William Shakespeare
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Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.
William Shakespeare
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Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition
William Shakespeare
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Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
William Shakespeare
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
William Shakespeare
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Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.
William Shakespeare
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These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
William Shakespeare
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Better be with the dead, Whom we to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
William Shakespeare
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It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
William Shakespeare
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Making night hideous.
William Shakespeare
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I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
William Shakespeare
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I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
William Shakespeare
