William Shakespeare Quotes

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Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.

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Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing.

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The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.

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Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.

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Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.

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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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This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares...

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Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!

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Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

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If it be honor in your wars to seem The same you are not,--which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy--how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war: since that to both It stands in like request?

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Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

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Thou cold sciatica, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt As lamely as their manners!

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If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.

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The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible.

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No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.

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'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.

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That is the way to lay the city flat, To bring the roof to the foundation, And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin.

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Either our history shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph.

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However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.

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O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!

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How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

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O, he's a limb, that has but a disease; Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it easy.

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And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!

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How slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
Like to a stepdame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

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The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly.

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My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speaks mournfully,
Trail your steel spikes. Though in this city he
Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory.
Assist.

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I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.

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Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

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Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?
What masque, what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time if not with some delight?

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All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods.

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