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Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
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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This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.
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Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
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The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.
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To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning.
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The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
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Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.
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In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.
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Lawn as white as driven snow Cyprus black as e'er was crow Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
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He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
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O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.
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Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
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Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.
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Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
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That is the way to lay the city flat, To bring the roof to the foundation, And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin.
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How well he's read, to reason against reading!
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Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
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If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.
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Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
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Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
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The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
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