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When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
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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Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
William Shakespeare
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Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
William Shakespeare
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And send him many years of sunshine days!
William Shakespeare
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Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
William Shakespeare
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She's good, being gone.
William Shakespeare
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
William Shakespeare
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Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
William Shakespeare
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This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.
William Shakespeare
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Honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
William Shakespeare
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Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
William Shakespeare
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Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
William Shakespeare
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Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
William Shakespeare
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Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
William Shakespeare
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Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.
William Shakespeare
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The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
William Shakespeare
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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
William Shakespeare
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A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
William Shakespeare
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How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
William Shakespeare
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That which I would discover The law of friendship bids me to conceal.
William Shakespeare
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As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
William Shakespeare
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I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born.
William Shakespeare
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You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
William Shakespeare
