William Shakespeare Quotes
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When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.
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And I will make it felony to drink small beer.
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Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.
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That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
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He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)
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Ingratitude is monstrous.
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O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
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He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
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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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Strong reasons make strong actions.
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Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery.
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Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
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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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Refrain to-night; 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, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.
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My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
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For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.
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. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.
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That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
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I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
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I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.
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What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
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I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
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How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!