William Shakespeare Quotes
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Well, honor is the subject of my story.
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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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Can we outrun the heavens?
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Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
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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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I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.
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Honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
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Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.
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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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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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Listen to many, speak to a few.
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A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
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This above all; to thine own self be true.
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The why is plain as way to parish church: He that a fool doth very wisely hit Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
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If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
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Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were no sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive the day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.
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Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
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An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.
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Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Subjected tribute to commanding love, Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless lion could not wage the fight Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
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It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
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Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
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'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
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To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
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What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you. On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new. Speak of the spring and foison of the year; The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear, And you in every blessèd shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart.