William Shakespeare Quotes
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Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
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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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He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
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I can give the loser leave to chide.
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I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
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All's well if all ends well.
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Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
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Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
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If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
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Such antics do not amount to a man.
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Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.
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For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
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That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end – all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come.
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It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it.
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My wits begin to turn.
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O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
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All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
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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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O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
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This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.