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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

SHAKESPEARE CITATIONS

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And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.


And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.



Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge



Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge





What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.



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Farewell, fair cruelty.



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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.



Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind




Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.



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How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!



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How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!



We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.




We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.



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Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.



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Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.



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To be, or not to be, that is the question.



When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.




When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.



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There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.



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Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.



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Men's vows are women's traitors!



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If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.



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There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.



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Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.



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Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!



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O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.



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If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.



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We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements



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O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!



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I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.



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The love of heaven makes one heavenly



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Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.



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Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.



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I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.



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Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.



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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.



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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. (As You Like it)



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Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? (Romeo and Juliet)



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Now is the winter of our discontent. (Richard III)



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Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? (Macbeth)



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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. (Julius Caesar)



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Nothing will come of nothing. (King Lear)



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The course of true love never did run smooth. (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)



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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. (Hamlet)



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A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! (Richard III)



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Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. (Sonnet 116)



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