William Shakespeare Quotes
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I would fain die a dry death.
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Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
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Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
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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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Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
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Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect.
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Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
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Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
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The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.
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For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.
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Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.
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Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.
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Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.
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For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
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Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance.
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As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance
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The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
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I do desire we may be better strangers.
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Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
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God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.