William Shakespeare Quotes
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The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!
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How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.
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We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
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Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
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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.
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Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
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The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
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Patch grief with proverbs.
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The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
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For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.
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Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion.
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You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
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A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.
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No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
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Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
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So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.
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Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.