William Shakespeare Quotes
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
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The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
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Cursed be he that moves my bones.
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Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
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Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
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There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.
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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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There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
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O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
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His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
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Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
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Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.
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Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
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If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
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Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue.
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Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
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Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime?
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I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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Haply a woman's voice may do some good When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
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What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.