William Shakespeare Quotes
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Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
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I came, saw, and overcame.
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We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
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Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.
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We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun.
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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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But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
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Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
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for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
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For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
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There is a history in all men's lives.
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We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
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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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'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
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Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
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Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
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What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To wash it white as snow?
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Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
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The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.
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Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.
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He must needs go that the devil drives.
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But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.