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And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.
William Shakespeare
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Assume a virtue if you have it not.
William Shakespeare
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Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight?
William Shakespeare
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To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
William Shakespeare
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Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
William Shakespeare
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This thought is as a death.
William Shakespeare
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
William Shakespeare
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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.
William Shakespeare
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Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
William Shakespeare
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The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
William Shakespeare
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Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
William Shakespeare
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How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
William Shakespeare
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For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
William Shakespeare
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All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
William Shakespeare
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Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
William Shakespeare
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A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.
William Shakespeare
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O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me; But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
William Shakespeare
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You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
William Shakespeare
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Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
William Shakespeare
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A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
William Shakespeare
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The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
William Shakespeare
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What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?
William Shakespeare
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Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
William Shakespeare
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
William Shakespeare
