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He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
William Shakespeare
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A poor thing, perhaps, but my own.
William Shakespeare
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Ay, is it not a language I speak?
William Shakespeare
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But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
William Shakespeare
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There is a world elsewhere.
William Shakespeare
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A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
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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Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.
William Shakespeare
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Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
William Shakespeare
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So many horrid Ghosts.
William Shakespeare
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Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.
William Shakespeare
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I dote on his very absence.
William Shakespeare
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He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.
William Shakespeare
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Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
William Shakespeare
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They were devils incarnate.
William Shakespeare
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But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!
William Shakespeare
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Light and lust are deadly enemies.
William Shakespeare
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There's villainous news abroad.
William Shakespeare
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I almost die for food, and let me have it!
William Shakespeare
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Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
William Shakespeare
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Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
William Shakespeare
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Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
William Shakespeare
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In thy foul throat thou liest.
William Shakespeare
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Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.
William Shakespeare
