William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 6

Fairies black grey green and white You moonshine revellers and shades of night.
William Shakespeare
The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves.
William Shakespeare
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
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The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones.
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And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse - As patches set upon a little breach Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patched.
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There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
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Sleep that knits up the ravell'd slave 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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All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many parts.
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The royal throne of kings this scepter'd 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.
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Have more than thou showest Speak less than thou knowest.
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He hath eaten me out of house and home.
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We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
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Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we often might win by fearing to attempt.
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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?
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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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Let your own discretion be your tutor suit the action to the word the word to the action.
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The better part of valour is discretion.
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Now is the Winter of our discontent.
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God grant us patience!
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Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
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Come what come may time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
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How poor are they that have not patience? What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
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This too shall pass.
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There is a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will.
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He will give the devil his due.
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The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
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He that dies pays all debts.
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Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.
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I am dying Egypt dying.
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To die: - to sleep: No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
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Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns.
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No 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door but 'tis enough 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered I warrant for this world.
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The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.
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I care not a man can die but once we owe God a death.
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I must be cruel only to be kind.
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But screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail.
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Courage mounteth with occasion.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once.
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I earn that I eat get that I wear owe no man hate envy no man's happiness glad of other men's good content with my harm.
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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.
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Conscience is but a word that cowards use Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
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Conscience does make cowards of us all.
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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not express'd in fancy rich not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
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The soul of this man is his clothes.
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The people are the city.
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There's small choice in rotten apples.
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His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him that nature might stand up
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Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
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God befriend us as our cause is just!
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To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight.
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
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Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
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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.
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
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Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers come to dust.
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When that the poor have cried Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man.
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Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
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Age cannot wither her nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
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