William Shakespeare Quotes
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Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
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Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
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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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I cannot speak your england.
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Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
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Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
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If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved.
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Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
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GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
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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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If your mind dislike anything obey it
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If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
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Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
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And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
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What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.
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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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Come not within the measure of my wrath.
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
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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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I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; Speak and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start, at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion.
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
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Thanks to men Of noble minds, is honorable meed.
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Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
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That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water