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How well he's read, to reason against reading!
William Shakespeare
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
William Shakespeare
Beatrice: He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
William Shakespeare
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
William Shakespeare
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At out quaint spirits.
William Shakespeare
Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
William Shakespeare
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
William Shakespeare
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
William Shakespeare
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into my ears as profitless As water in a seive.
William Shakespeare
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
William Shakespeare
... and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.
William Shakespeare
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
William Shakespeare
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
William Shakespeare
Give me some music music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.
William Shakespeare
A jests prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
William Shakespeare
Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry.
William Shakespeare
Like oneWho having into truth, by telling of it,Made such a sinner of his memory,To credit his own lie.
William Shakespeare
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot And thereby hangs a tale.
William Shakespeare
When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound.
William Shakespeare
It is the very error of the moonShe comes more nearer earth than she was wont,And drives men mad.
William Shakespeare
Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest timbered oak.
William Shakespeare
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead excessive grief the enemy of the living.
William Shakespeare
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