William Shakespeare Quotes
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God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
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People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
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Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
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Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.
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Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
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Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.
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As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
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All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!
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Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
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No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
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They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.
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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!
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Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws.
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I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
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A woman's thought runs before her actions.
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I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
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They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
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The Eyes are the window to your soul
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Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
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For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
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In persons grafted in a serious trust, Negligence is a crime.
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Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.
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Love goes toward love.
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That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.