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Love goes toward love.
William Shakespeare
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I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
William Shakespeare
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Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre.
William Shakespeare
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For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
William Shakespeare
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Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.
William Shakespeare
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There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.
William Shakespeare
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What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.
William Shakespeare
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That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.
William Shakespeare
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O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.
William Shakespeare
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There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
William Shakespeare
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
William Shakespeare
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The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
William Shakespeare
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A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
William Shakespeare
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Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
William Shakespeare
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And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.
William Shakespeare
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Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
William Shakespeare
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Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
William Shakespeare
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Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
William Shakespeare
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To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
William Shakespeare
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The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
William Shakespeare
