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Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...
William Shakespeare
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If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still.
William Shakespeare
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That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged.
William Shakespeare
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He receives comfort like cold porridge.
William Shakespeare
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
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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Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
William Shakespeare
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A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
William Shakespeare
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Thou unfit for any place but hell.
William Shakespeare
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Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
William Shakespeare
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In delay there lies no plenty.
William Shakespeare
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Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
William Shakespeare
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The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
William Shakespeare
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A dream itself is but a shadow.
William Shakespeare
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I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
William Shakespeare
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Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
William Shakespeare
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Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.
William Shakespeare
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Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
William Shakespeare
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Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
William Shakespeare
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For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how.
William Shakespeare
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A plague on both your houses.
William Shakespeare
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You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
William Shakespeare
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Light and lust are deadly enemies.
William Shakespeare
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Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth.
William Shakespeare
