William Shakespeare Quotes
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Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
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Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
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Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
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But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.
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In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
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Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
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Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
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Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
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O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
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To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
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He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
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Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.
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Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
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This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
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And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."
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When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
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A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
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The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
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O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.
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I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
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We have seen better days.
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Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
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Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.