William Shakespeare Quotes
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Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
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So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
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'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.
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Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
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I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
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This liberty is all that I request.
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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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Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided A gentleman of princely parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man- And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love; I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!
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No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
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My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.
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He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
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For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.
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Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
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The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.
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These violent delights have violent ends.
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Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
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These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle.
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Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
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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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Our jovial star reigned at his birth.
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Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades Sink in the trial.
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.