William Shakespeare Quotes
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My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
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Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipped of justice.
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
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Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
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He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
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A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
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I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
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Take you me for a sponge?
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I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
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Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
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Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
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Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
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I love thee, and it is my love that speaks.
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Now is the winter of our discontent.
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The insolence of office.
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I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
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Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
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Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
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O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.
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Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
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Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
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He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
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This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.