William Shakespeare Quotes
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We have seen better days.
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Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
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The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
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a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
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Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
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I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
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Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
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Lions make leopards tame.
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Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
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Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
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Thy friendship makes us fresh.
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Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
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Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
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Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
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No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy.
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Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
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Tears water our growth.
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Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing
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Haste is needful in a desperate case.
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What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
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All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.
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Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.
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Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.