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As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
William Shakespeare
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These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.
William Shakespeare
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Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
William Shakespeare
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Strong reasons make strong actions.
William Shakespeare
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Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
William Shakespeare
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If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
William Shakespeare
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Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
William Shakespeare
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Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
William Shakespeare
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Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
William Shakespeare
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Good counselors lack no clients.
William Shakespeare
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They are hare-brain'd slaves.
William Shakespeare
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Friendship's full of dregs.
William Shakespeare
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Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.
William Shakespeare
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What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!
William Shakespeare
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
William Shakespeare
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For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
William Shakespeare
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No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
William Shakespeare
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What light through yonder window breaks?
William Shakespeare
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Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
William Shakespeare
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If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
William Shakespeare
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what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
William Shakespeare
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Sweet are the uses of adversity
William Shakespeare
