William Shakespeare Quotes
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Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
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A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
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A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
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Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
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Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
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Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
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If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
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I must be cruel, only to be kind.
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These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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For now they kill me with a living death.
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You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
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I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.
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So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
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If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
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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!
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I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
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To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
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A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
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When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
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Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.