William Shakespeare Quotes
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The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
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My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
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Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
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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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Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.
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Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
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The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
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Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
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But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
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Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.
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The head is not more native to the heart.
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The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.
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Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
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The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
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Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
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A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watched that it may still go right!
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Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
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How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.
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What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.
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Drink down all unkindness.
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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
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for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
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Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
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Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.