William Shakespeare Quotes
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Such antics do not amount to a man.
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Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
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O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
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This above all; to thine own self be true.
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In time we hate that which we often fear.
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I almost die for food, and let me have it!
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Hear the meaning within the word.
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The nature of bad news affects the teller.
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A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain,... makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes.
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You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
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For I am nothing if not critical.
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Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
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And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
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Fair Katherine, and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear, And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
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Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
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Men from children nothing differ.
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Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
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Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.
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Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?
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If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
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They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
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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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Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.