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Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
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William Shakspere
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Thou art sad get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
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Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
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Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
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Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.
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That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.
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Affliction may one day smile again and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!.
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The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
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Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are.
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My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
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Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
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I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.
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Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.
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He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
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Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
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