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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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William Shakspere
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Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
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Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
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The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
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it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.
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When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.
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I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
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You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
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Time does not have the same appeal for every one
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He is winding the watch of his wit by and by it will strike.
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In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
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The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
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You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any.
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What's done can't be undone.
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Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
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Parting is such sweet sorrow
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'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
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'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
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You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age wretched in both.
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To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
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The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours.
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