William Shakespeare Quotes
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One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
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I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
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What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
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Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.
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He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
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When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
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Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
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There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.
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Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
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For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
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Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.
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I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world
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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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The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
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Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
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What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
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Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed.
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I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
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An angel; or, if not, An earthly paragon.
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I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
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Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
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Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
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Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
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And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.