William Shakespeare Quotes
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I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
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Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.
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But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!
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The time is out of joint.
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If your mind dislike anything obey it
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Misery makes sport to mock itself.
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I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
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He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
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I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities; but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.
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Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
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And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
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Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.
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Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
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I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
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But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
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Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
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Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.
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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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Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
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I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
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Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.
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If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.
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Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.