William Shakespeare Quotes
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These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
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The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
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Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.
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How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.
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You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
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This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
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Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
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How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
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And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
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Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?
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Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are.
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Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, And think perchance they'll sell; if not, The lustre of the better yet to show Shall show the better.
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Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.
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In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
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Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him.
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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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Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
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you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
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And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes.
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Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
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I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
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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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And I will make it felony to drink small beer.
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Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won