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William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
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Shakespear
Shakspeare
Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
Reason
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I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
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These cardinals trifle with me I abhor This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
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Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
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Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful Mine ears, that heard her flattery nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.
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I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
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If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed, and digested, Appear before us?
William Shakespeare
Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.
William Shakespeare
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
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Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
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Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear.
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Omittance is no quittance.
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But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
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What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
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Who is it that can tell me who I am?
William Shakespeare
I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
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T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.
William Shakespeare
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
William Shakespeare
In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.
William Shakespeare
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
William Shakespeare
What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish a very ancient and fishlike smell a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!
William Shakespeare
