William Shakespeare Quotes
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But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
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His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
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Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
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Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
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For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
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Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very late; The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest; And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light, Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
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'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
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Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms?
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Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.
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What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
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The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.
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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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Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
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Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
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And send him many years of sunshine days!
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Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
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No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.
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Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.
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But say, my lord, it were not regist'red, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.
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He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
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Examine well your blood.
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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
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Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
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Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided A gentleman of princely parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man- And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love; I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!