William Shakespeare Quotes
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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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The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole.
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But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
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Despair and die. The ghosts
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Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
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Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
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Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.
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If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
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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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Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.
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I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.
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If money go before, all ways do lie open.
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By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
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How long a time lies in one little word?
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The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
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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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My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
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This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
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O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
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Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.
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We cannot all be masters.
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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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I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.
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I scorn you, scurvy companion.