William Shakespeare Quotes
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He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
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Friendship's full of dregs.
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Our wills and fates do so contrary run.
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A very little little let us do And all is done.
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I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.
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When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner
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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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O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.
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Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
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Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
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The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
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This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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He was too good to be Where ill men were, and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of good ones- sitting sadly Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speak; for feature, laming The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva, Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, A shop of all the qualities that man Loves woman for; besides that hook of wiving, Fairness which strikes the eye- CYMBELINE.
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I say, without characters, fame lives long.
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O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
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What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
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For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.
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Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.
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In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
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Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
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Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!
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No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
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Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' season Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors, Which some call nature's bastards.
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For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?