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No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
William Shakespeare
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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
William Shakespeare
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For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
William Shakespeare
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My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.
William Shakespeare
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O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!
William Shakespeare
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The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
William Shakespeare
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There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.
William Shakespeare
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To you your father should be as a god.
William Shakespeare
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As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
William Shakespeare
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The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
William Shakespeare
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Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
William Shakespeare
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Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
William Shakespeare
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How every fool can play upon the word!
William Shakespeare
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one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
William Shakespeare
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Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
William Shakespeare
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We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
William Shakespeare
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It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
William Shakespeare
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So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.
William Shakespeare
