William Shakespeare Quotes
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There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
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Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
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If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
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Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.
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As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant, as earth to centre.
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This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!
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Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
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It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
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Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
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All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.
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What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
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How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
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I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
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The hideous god of war.
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I do love nothing in the world so well as you – is not that strange?
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Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
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A king of infinite space
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This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
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Words to deeds cold breath gives.
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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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Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
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So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied.