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| The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. |
William Shakespeare |
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| For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all, all honourable men. |
William Shakespeare |
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| How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown |
William Shakespeare |
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| If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. |
William Shakespeare |
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| There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. |
William Shakespeare |
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| There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. |
William Shakespeare |
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| He hath eaten me out of house and home. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Nothing will come of nothing. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Pray you now, forget and forgive. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Although the last, not least. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst. |
William Shakespeare |
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| 'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Oh, that way madness lies let me shun that. |
William Shakespeare |
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| And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. |
William Shakespeare |
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| How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child |
William Shakespeare |
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| This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. |
William Shakespeare |
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| He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. |
William Shakespeare |
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| They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. |
William Shakespeare |
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| A horse a horse my kingdom for a horse |
William Shakespeare |
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| True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. |
William Shakespeare |
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| A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. |
William Shakespeare |
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| This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. |
William Shakespeare |
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| An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. |
William Shakespeare |
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| A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough |
William Shakespeare |
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| To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Out, damned spot out, I say |
William Shakespeare |
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| Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain |
William Shakespeare |
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| And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence. |
William Shakespeare |
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| By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks |
William Shakespeare |
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| Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. |
William Shakespeare |
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| What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. |
William Shakespeare |
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| They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. |
William Shakespeare |
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| The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Silence is the perfectest herald of joy I were but little happy, if I could say how much. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. |
William Shakespeare |
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| He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. |
William Shakespeare |
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| He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. |
William Shakespeare |
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| O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind farewell content Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue O, farewell Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell Othello's occupation's gone |
William Shakespeare |
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| What a deformed thief this fashion is. |
William Shakespeare |
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| O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. |
William Shakespeare |
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| I am not merry but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Excellent wretch Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. |
William Shakespeare |
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| This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. |
William Shakespeare |
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| But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
William Shakespeare |
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| 'Tis neither here nor there. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. |
William Shakespeare |
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| When he is best, he is a little worse than a man and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. |
William Shakespeare |
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| My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. |
William Shakespeare |
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| Good night, good night parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. |
William Shakespeare |
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| O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo |
William Shakespeare |
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| A plague o' both your houses |
William Shakespeare |
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| He that always gives way to others will end in having no principles of his own. |
Aesop |
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| The gods help them that help themselves. |
Aesop |
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| Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow. |
Aesop |
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| Never trust the advice of a man in difficulties. |
Aesop |
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| Destroy the seed of evil, or it will grow up to your ruin. |
Aesop |
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| Little friends may prove great friends. |
Aesop |
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| There is always someone worse off than yourself. |
Aesop |
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| Gratitude is the sign of noble souls. |
Aesop |
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| United we stand, divided we fall. |
Aesop |
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| Appearances often are deceiving. |
Aesop |
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| It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. |
Aesop |
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| Only cowards insult dying majesty. |
Aesop |
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| Affairs are easier of entrance than of exit and it is but common prudence to see our way out before we venture in. |
Aesop |
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| Familiarity breed contempt. |
Aesop |
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| Faithful are the wounds of a friend but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. |
Aesop |
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| Don't let your special character and values, the secret that you know and no one else does, the truth -- don't let that get swallowed up by the great chewing complacency. |
Aesop |
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| Any excuse will serve a tyrant. |
Aesop |
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| Plodding wins the race. |
Aesop |
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| It is easy to despise what you cannot get. |
Aesop |
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| A doubtful friend is worse than a certain enemy. Let a man be one thing or the other, and we then know how to meet him. |
Aesop |
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| Outside show is a poor substitute for inner worth. |
Aesop |
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| We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction. |
Aesop |
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| Do not count your chickens before they are hatched. |
Aesop |
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| Men often applaud an imitation, and hiss the real thing. |
Aesop |
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| You may share the labours of the great, but you may not share the spoil. |
Aesop |
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| It is easy to be brave from a safe distance. |
Aesop |
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| Please all, and you will please none. |
Aesop |
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| Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction. |
Aesop |
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| Be content with your lot one cannot be first in everything. |
Aesop |
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| Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in fear. |
Aesop |
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| A liar will not be believed, even when he speaks the truth. |
Aesop |
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| A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety. |
Aesop |
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| We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified. |
Aesop |
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