William Shakespeare Quotes
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Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.
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Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
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There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
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O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
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Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.
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You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
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Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.
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Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!
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The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.
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The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
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As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
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It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
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Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
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O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.
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The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
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What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
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No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
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They were devils incarnate.
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To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
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Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
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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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Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
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Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
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For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved To meet all perils very constantly.