William Shakespeare Quotes
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I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
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All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy.
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Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
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True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
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We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
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Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
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Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
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Thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division, to her lute.
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And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.
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We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.
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Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there?
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To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.
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But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
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Fight to the last gasp.
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Would I were in an alehouse in London.
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Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
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This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
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Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
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All difficulties are easy when they are known.
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April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
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False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
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Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
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What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.