William Shakespeare Quotes
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Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.
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It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
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Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
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But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.
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Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
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Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
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The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
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Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
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But I will be, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.
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My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities.
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And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
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I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may.
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The rain, it raineth every day.
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Presume not that I am the thing I was.
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But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
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And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.
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Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
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Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
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Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
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The truest poetry is the most feigning.
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None can cure their harms by wailing them.
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When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
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Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.
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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.