William Shakespeare Quotes
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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.
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For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
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Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
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Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
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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.
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Thou unfit for any place but hell.
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A very ancient and fish-like smell.
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The pleasing punishment that women bear.
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The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
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I was born free as Caesar; so were you
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Light and lust are deadly enemies.
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My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
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Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
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I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
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If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
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Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!
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He receives comfort like cold porridge.
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The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
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I scorn you, scurvy companion.
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Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth.
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O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
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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.
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Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
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She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.