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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They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
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I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
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Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
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I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
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I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
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Cursed be he that moves my bones.
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Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
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Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
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O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
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"Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument, "Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
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Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.
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Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.
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Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
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Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
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Take pains. Be perfect.
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Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
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And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes.
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You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.
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I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst; And this is all.
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Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
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Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!