William Shakespeare Quotes
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Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.
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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.
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Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.
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I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
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An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.
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Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
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Tempt not a desperate man.
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Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords!
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Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.
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Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
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Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
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Grace and remembrance be to you both.
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Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
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Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
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When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
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Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
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Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
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I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.
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There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
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Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.
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Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?