William Shakespeare Quotes
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Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
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You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.
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Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.
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That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
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Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.
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A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
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Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind; But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
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Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will.
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Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
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There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
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He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
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I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
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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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You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.
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The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
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It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it.
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Good counselors lack no clients.
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Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own
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I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
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Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
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To be direct and honest is not safe.
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O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!