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To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans coy looks, with heart-sore sighs one fading moment's mirth
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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Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
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Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!
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Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!
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I am a kind of burr I shall stick.
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Thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division, to her lute.
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Great men may jest with saints 'tis wit in them But, in the less foul profanation.
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Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
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Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
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The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
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I do profess to be no less than I seem to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest to converse with him that is wise, and says little to fear judgment to fight when I cannot choose and to eat no fish.
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