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Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?
William Shakespeare
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where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
William Shakespeare
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Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
William Shakespeare
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How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
William Shakespeare
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The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
William Shakespeare
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Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.
William Shakespeare
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A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
William Shakespeare
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I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
William Shakespeare
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Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
William Shakespeare
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I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me
William Shakespeare
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A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
William Shakespeare
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With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.
William Shakespeare
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The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.
William Shakespeare
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The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible.
William Shakespeare
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.
William Shakespeare
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Haply a woman's voice may do some good When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
William Shakespeare
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Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.
William Shakespeare
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Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
William Shakespeare
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It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?
William Shakespeare
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In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.
William Shakespeare
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My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
William Shakespeare
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Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
William Shakespeare
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You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.
William Shakespeare
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The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
William Shakespeare
