Quotes by William Shakespeare
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
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April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
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So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
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As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
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Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
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A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.
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Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
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Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
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Things sweet the taste prove in digestion sour.
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You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live.
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A little more than kin, and less than kind.
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What is the city but the people?
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God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
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They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
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Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
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Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
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It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Shakespeare, William
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Shakespeare, William
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
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Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
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The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
Shakespeare, William
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
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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
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