William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 124 | Just Great DataBase

But he that filches from me my good name (165) Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed. A

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O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?

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Ya ves que en la desdicha nunca estamos solos.Este gran escenario universal ofrece espectáculos más tristes que la obra en que actuamos.

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Be it concluded,No barricado for a belly. Know't,It will let in and out the enemyWith bag and baggage.

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O, speak to me no more! These words like daggers enter in my ears.

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Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

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Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. 317 What is decreed must be, and be this so. 318

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All the world's a stage; And all the men and women merely players.

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We were, fair queen, /Two lads that thought there was no more behind /But such a day to-morrow as to-day, /And to be boy eternal.

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    Now I am alone.Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

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Não é nem mesmo o bem-estar geral do povo que ocupa meus pensamentos, pois minha dor particular é de tal maneira torrencial e de natureza tão oprimente que devora e engole outras tristezas... e, no entanto, continua sendo a mesma dor.

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SEBASTIAN               A spirit I am indeed,   But am in that dimension grossly clad   Which from the womb I did participate.   Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,   I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,   And say, ‘Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

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good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What

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my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass.

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Se sabes algum som ou usas de palavras, Fala comigo. Se

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Aquele que foi roubado, quando sorri, furta algo do ladrão, e rouba a si mesmo quem se consome em mágoa inútil.

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A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit. How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! You're

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                               All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At

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It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.

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La locura acierta a veces cuando el juicio y la cordura no dan fruto.

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