William Shakespeare Quotes
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You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
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I love thee, and it is my love that speaks.
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Are you up to your destiny?
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To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess
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I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
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The head is not more native to the heart.
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Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act.
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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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So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
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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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Frailty, thy name is woman!
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I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
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Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
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Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!
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Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
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Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
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For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
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I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world
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I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
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Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
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Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
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O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!