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Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
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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O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. . . .
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Light and lust are deadly enemies.
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To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
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Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition
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Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
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My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
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The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
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Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.
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His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
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The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.
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Let no such man be trusted.
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The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.
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But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
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But there is no such man for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words.
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Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life
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When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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