William Shakespeare Quotes

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I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

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A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

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My imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy.

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It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more near the earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.

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Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

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We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

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You do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy.

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For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech,
To stir men's blood; I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

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O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardor gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.

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Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

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Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

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To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

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Macbeth: If we should fail,—
Lady Macbeth: We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail.

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That deep torture may be called a hell,
When more is felt than one hath power to tell.

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To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

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Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is goot gifts.

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Day doth daily draw my sorrow's longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem longer.

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Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

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O! what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do!

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Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die.

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And there the snake throws her enamelled skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.

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O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

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Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

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He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

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We have a nay-word how to know one another: I come to her in white, and cry 'mum'; she cries 'budget'; and by that we know one another.

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Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

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Prosperity's the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

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Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out, 'Olivia!'

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Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.

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It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

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