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Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth; the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. . . . Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would we could do so for her benefits are mightily misplaced and the bountiful blind girl doth most mistake in her gifts to women. 'Tis true for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly. Nay, now thou goest from Fortunes office to Natures. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.
William Shakespeare
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O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!
William Shakespeare
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We have some salt of our youth in us.
William Shakespeare
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Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
William Shakespeare
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Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.
William Shakespeare
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If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.
William Shakespeare
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O, had I but followed the arts!
William Shakespeare
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Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
William Shakespeare
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I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
William Shakespeare
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He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.
William Shakespeare
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O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?
William Shakespeare
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What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
William Shakespeare
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What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
William Shakespeare
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Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love, Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissension of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity; so fellest foes, Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends And interjoin their issues.
William Shakespeare
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I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
William Shakespeare
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When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
William Shakespeare
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O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past
William Shakespeare
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We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
William Shakespeare
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thus with a kiss I die
William Shakespeare
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My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet.
William Shakespeare
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Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.
William Shakespeare
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God grant us patience!
William Shakespeare
