William Shakespeare Quotes

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We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.

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I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

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Indeed this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.

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Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

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Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout.

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There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.

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What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

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If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

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Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

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The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

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Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love

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We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

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Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
Extremity out of act.

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Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

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This thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

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Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down.

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It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

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The dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea.

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How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

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Look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.

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Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

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As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

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Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

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Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-color'd taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

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This fellow's wise enough to play the fool,
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.

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This day I breathed first: time is come round,
And where I did begin there shall I end;
My life is run his compass.

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Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

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But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

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She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry! England and Saint George!'

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