William Shakespeare Quotes
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For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
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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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Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
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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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How poor are they that have have not patients.
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You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
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Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.
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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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The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
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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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O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
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Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
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I myself am best When least in company.
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The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
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Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
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So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
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Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
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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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O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
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. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.
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Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
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Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
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I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
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Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.