William Shakespeare Quotes
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The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
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Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction.
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Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.
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You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
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This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
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Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle.
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The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
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And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
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Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
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Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
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It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
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When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.
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The sense of death is most in apprehension.
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Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
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There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
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O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
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Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
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To you your father should be as a god; One that composed your beauties, yea, and one To whom you are but as a form in wax, By him imprinted, and within his power To leave the figure or disfigure it.
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This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
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Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.
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O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
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April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
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O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.