William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 2

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
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Sweets to the sweet.
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To climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first.
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
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Things done well and with care exempt themselves from fear.
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These blessed candles of the night.
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And thereby hangs a tale.
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If all the year were playing holidays To sport would be as tedious as to work.
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He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
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More in sorrow than in anger.
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The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.
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When sorrows come they come not as single spies But in battalions!
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What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.
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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.
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O sleep O gentle sleep Nature's soft nurse.
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Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds great nature's second course Chief nourisher in life's feast.
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I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning.
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I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffled here - Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear.
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The rest is silence.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
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Ships are but boards sailors but men.
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O shame! Where is they blush?
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My heart is ever at your service.
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The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves.
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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.
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We know what we are but know not what we may be.
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I to myself am dearer than a friend.
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Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
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Self-love my liege is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
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We cannot all be masters.
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Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.
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Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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Ay every inch a king.
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This above all: to thine own self be true.
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The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation that away Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
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Every why hath a wherefore.
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I have no other but a woman's reason. I think him so because I think him so.
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He that doth the ravens feed. Yea providently caters for the sparrow. Be comfort to my age!
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There is a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will.
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Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise.
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Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
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We ignorant of ourselves beg often our own harms which the wise powers deny us for our good.
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We do pray for mercy and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
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My words fly up my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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Now I am past all comforts here but prayer.
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The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.
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I am as poor as Job my lord but not so patient.
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Assume a virtue if you have it not.
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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A politician . . . one that would circumvent God.
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For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.
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There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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There was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.
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Adversity's sweet milk philosophy.
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And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
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How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
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Give me that man That is not passion's slave.
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Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
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Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
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The world's mine oyster Which I with sword will open.
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