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And a man's life's no more than to say One.
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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I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
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A good heart is the sun and the moon or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.
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A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
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To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
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Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.
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Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
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My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet.
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The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
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Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
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I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.
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Should the poor be flattered? No let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.
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A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
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Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food They eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us.
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And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes.
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They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
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Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
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What infinite heart's-ease Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
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Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
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