William Shakespeare Quotes
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Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
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Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
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Ambition, the soldier's virtue.
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My salad days, When I was green in judgment.
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O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
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And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.
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And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
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There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
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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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Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
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So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
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Value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein 'tis precious of itself As in the prizer.
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They have a plentiful lack of wit.
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There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
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How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
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There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
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A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
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Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
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The object of Art is to give life a shape.
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O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!
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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
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Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me--'banished'? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend professed, To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
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The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
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I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.