William Shakespeare

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But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Blood
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Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Horse
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Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Love You
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Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Retirement
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To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Running
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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Saint George
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What is done cannot be now amended.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Done
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Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Blessed
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The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Forgiving
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I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Heart
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You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Blow
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They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Voice
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Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Jade
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The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Autumn
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Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Monsters
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He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Party
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But love is blind and lovers cannot see
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Love
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Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Inspirational
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Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Kings
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For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Kings
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Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Flying
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The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Loyalty
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I say, without characters, fame lives long.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Character
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Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Heart
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Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Sweet
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I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Love You
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Brain
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Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Truth
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Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Thanksgiving
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A young man married is a man that's marred.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Love
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O for a horse with wings!
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Horse
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These violent delights have violent ends.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Friendship
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A very scurvy fellow.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Sassy
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Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Love
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I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Dream
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Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Running
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Broken Heart
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Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Wine
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Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Strong
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A light heart lives long.
- William Shakespeare
Collection: Inspirational