William Shakespeare Quotes
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Pray you now, forget and forgive.
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Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
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What is the city but the people?
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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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Ambition, the soldier's virtue.
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A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
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You are strangely troublesome.
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Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.
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The hideous god of war.
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When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
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O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
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In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.
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O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
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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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Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
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Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
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The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
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Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
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Can we outrun the heavens?
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But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
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In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
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My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.
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Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.
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True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.