William Shakespeare Quotes
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I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.
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Ambition, the soldier's virtue.
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The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
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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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Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
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Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
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O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
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He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
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I do love nothing in the world so well as you – is not that strange?
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We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
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Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
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Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
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To you your father should be as a god.
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The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
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Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens more just.
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Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
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Come, Lady, die to live.
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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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Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
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And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
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Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
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Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
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'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.