William Shakespeare Quotes
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'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.
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I cannot speak your england.
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Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
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So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
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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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Strong reasons make strong actions.
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God send everyone their heart's desire!
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There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
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They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
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I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting
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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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Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
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And I will make it felony to drink small beer.
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Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms?
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Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?
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Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
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The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
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I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
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What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
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But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's good that's gone.
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Patch grief with proverbs.
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Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.