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Gold--what can it not do, and undo?
William Shakespeare
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Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
William Shakespeare
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What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
William Shakespeare
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Every offense is not a hate at first.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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In time we hate that which we often fear.
William Shakespeare
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The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
William Shakespeare
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Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
William Shakespeare
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For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas
William Shakespeare
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Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
William Shakespeare
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If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
William Shakespeare
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Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
William Shakespeare
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The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order.
William Shakespeare
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Can I go forward when my heart is here?
William Shakespeare
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That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
William Shakespeare
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The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which.
William Shakespeare
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O, reason not the need!
William Shakespeare
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Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.
William Shakespeare
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
William Shakespeare
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Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own!
William Shakespeare
