William Shakespeare Quotes
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Beware Of entrance to a quarrel.
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I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book.
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Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.
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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.
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Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
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Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
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Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.
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The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.
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Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.
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Faults that are rich are fair.
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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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Give me to drink mandragora.
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For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
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This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
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I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
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Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.
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If your mind dislike anything obey it
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But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!
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And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
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It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
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On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.
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Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
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Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
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A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.