William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 29 | Just Great DataBase

We will meet; and there we may rehearse mostobscenely and courageously.Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2

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Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

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I have a soul of leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

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Alas, the frailty is to blame, not weFor such as we are made of, such we be

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Be not afraid of greatness.

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I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughterand the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.

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Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treadsAnd recks not his own read.

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Beatrice: He that hath a beard is more than a youth,and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

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Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

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I have no way and therefore want no eyesI stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

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You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face

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One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

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My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.

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I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,My figured goblets for a dish of wood,My scepter for a palmer's walking staffMy subjects for a pair of carved saintsand my large kingdom for a little grave.

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For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

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I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.

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Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

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death,The undiscovere'd country, from whose bournNo traveller returns,

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This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

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