William Shakespeare Quotes
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I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad.
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For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance.
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.
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Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
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How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
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When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.
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O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
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Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
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My love admits no qualifying dross.
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I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.
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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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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
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Our wills and fates do so contrary run.
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Some falls the means are happier to rise.
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And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.
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To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I stand,-- That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd.
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Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
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Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.
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Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
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You know who you are, but know not who you could be.
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Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth.
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No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
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Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.
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I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.