William Shakespeare Quotes
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So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceived with ornament.
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But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
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What is past is prologue.
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.
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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.
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Take pains. Be perfect.
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Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
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As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
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To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
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Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
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And Caesar shall go forth.
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Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Subjected tribute to commanding love, Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless lion could not wage the fight Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
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I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
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Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
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The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love.
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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.
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Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.
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This liberty is all that I request.
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In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.
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Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
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Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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I'll teach you differences.
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Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.