William Shakespeare Quotes
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I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.
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You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
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So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
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Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
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My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
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Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
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Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
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But pearls are fair; and the old saying is: Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
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This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
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Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
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There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
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Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
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Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
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We cannot all be masters.
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He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
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Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
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You are a tedious fool.
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To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
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But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.
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Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
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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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A very ancient and fish-like smell.
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You know who you are, but know not who you could be.