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Full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
William Shakespeare
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thus with a kiss I die
William Shakespeare
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Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
William Shakespeare
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The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.
William Shakespeare
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Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.
William Shakespeare
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You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
William Shakespeare
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Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
William Shakespeare
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Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
William Shakespeare
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What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
William Shakespeare
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And send him many years of sunshine days!
William Shakespeare
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
William Shakespeare
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee.
William Shakespeare
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If music be the food of love, play on.
William Shakespeare
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More can I bear than you dare execute.
William Shakespeare
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I do desire we may be better strangers.
William Shakespeare
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Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
William Shakespeare
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But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
William Shakespeare
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My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.
William Shakespeare
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Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,?which is an excellent thing.
William Shakespeare
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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
William Shakespeare
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Pride went before, ambition follows him.
William Shakespeare
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For now they kill me with a living death.
William Shakespeare
