William Shakespeare Quotes
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Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
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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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Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
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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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I hope to see London once ere I die.
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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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I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
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I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant.
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There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
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There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
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Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
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Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
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Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
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Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
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Our wills and fates do so contrary run.
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God send everyone their heart's desire!
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The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!
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Patch grief with proverbs.
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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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Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.
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I say, without characters, fame lives long.
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What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To wash it white as snow?
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In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
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It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.