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| Assume a virtue, if you have it not. |
William Shakespeare |
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| For they are yet ear-kissing arguments. |
William Shakespeare |
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| And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I am not bound to please thee with my answers. |
William Shakespeare |
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| God bless thee and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty |
William Shakespeare |
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| I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice take each man's censure but reserve thy judgement. |
William Shakespeare |
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| His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN |
William Shakespeare |
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| He is winding the watch of his wit by and by it will strike. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught. |
William Shakespeare |
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| How poor are they who have not patience What wound did ever heal but by degrees. |
William Shakespeare |
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| How use doth breed a habit in a man. |
William Shakespeare |
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| He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him if stronger, spare thyself. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I dote on his very absence. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood. |
William Shakespeare |
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| In a false quarrel there is no true valour. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I must be cruel, only to be kind Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again. |
William Shakespeare |
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| It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Mine honour is my life both grow in one take honour from me and my life is done. |
William Shakespeare |
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| In time we hate that which we often fear. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners. |
William Shakespeare |
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| In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just an charitable war. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The sands are number'd that make up my life. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Pity is the virture of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind. |
William Shakespeare |
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| So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him |
William Shakespeare |
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| Strong reasons make strong actions. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear. |
William Shakespeare |
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| See first that the design is wise and just that ascertained, pursue it resolutely do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute. |
William Shakespeare |
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| We are advertis'd by our loving friends. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy. |
William Shakespeare |
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| We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The soul of this man is in his clothes. |
William Shakespeare |
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| My salad days, When I was green in judgment. |
William Shakespeare |
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| For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. |
William Shakespeare |
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| When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools. |
William Shakespeare |
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| When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress. |
William Shakespeare |
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| You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense. |
William Shakespeare |
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| While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Small to greater matters must give way. |
William Shakespeare |
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| True is it that we have seen better days. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I have Immortal longings in me. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. |
William Shakespeare |
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| A little more than kin, and less than kind. |
William Shakespeare |
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| No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world. |
William Shakespeare |
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| He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. |
William Shakespeare |
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| But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The game is up. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Neither a borrower nor a lender be For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Beware Of entrance to a quarrel but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy rich, not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I have not slept one wink. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Frailty, thy name is woman |
William Shakespeare |
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| What a piece of work is a man how noble in reason how infinite in faculty in form and moving how express and admirable in action how like an angel in apprehension how like a god |
William Shakespeare |
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| Brevity is the soul of wit. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. |
William Shakespeare |
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| So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. |
William Shakespeare |
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| For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard... |
William Shakespeare |
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| Hamlet Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel Polonius By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale Polonius Very like a whale. |
William Shakespeare |
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| To be, or not to be that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. |
William Shakespeare |
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| My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go. |
William Shakespeare |
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| O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. |
William Shakespeare |
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| O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see |
William Shakespeare |
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| Et tu, Brute |
William Shakespeare |
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| A hit, a very palpable hit. |
William Shakespeare |
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| But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Alas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now your gambols, your songs your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar Not one now, to mock your own grinning Quite chap-fallen Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look He thinks too much such men are dangerous. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest |
William Shakespeare |
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| Beware the ides of March. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The rest is silence. |
William Shakespeare |
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