William Shakespeare - Day Quotes

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This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

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In her days every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.

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The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad.

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But say, my lord, it were not regist'red,
Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retailed to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.

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The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

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See the minutes, how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live.

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Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

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O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.

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Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

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Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today, And to be boy eternal.

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I must dance barefoot on her wedding day,
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

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Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

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Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

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What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights,
Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours
More tedious than the dial eightscore times!
O weary reckoning!

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Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west:
The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very late;
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;
And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light,
Do summon us to part, and bid good night.

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The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.

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O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

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Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day.

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My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

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All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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My salad days,
When I was green in judgment, cold in blood,
To say as I said then!

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From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

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The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu! Which is the side that I must go withal? I am with both: each army hath a hand; And in their rage, I having hold of both, They whirl asunder and dismember me.

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All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

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A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

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Of all the fair resort of gentlemen
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

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Shall pack-horses,
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,
Compare with Caesars …?
Let the welkin roar.

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The weary sun hath made a golden set
And by the bright tract of his fiery car
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

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As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust, to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd
Or Night kept chain'd below.

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