William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 68 | Just Great DataBase

The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat we shall say we have and what we owe.Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;Towards which, advance the war.They exit marching.

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death.- Macbeth Act V, Scene V

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O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell 
and count myself a king of infinite space, 
were it not that I have bad dreams.

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great while ago the world began,      With hey-ho, the wind and the rain;   But that’s all one, our play is done,      And we’ll strive to please you every day.     Exit

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Still so cruel?""Still so constant, lord.

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For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed.

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I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.

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Does not our lives consist of the four elements?""Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

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Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man – As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

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pleasure will be paid one time or another.

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She has vowed never to love: and that vow means I must endure a living death.

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Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

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To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

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A tko si ti, što tu pod plaštem noćiU tajne moje misli prodireš?

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...speak to me as to thy thinkingAs thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughtsThe worst of words...

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JULIET: How art thou out of breath, when thouhast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?The excuse that thou dost make in this delayIs longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

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Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't.— No more of that.—I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but,

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love's heralds should be thoughts,Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,Driving back shadows over louring hills:Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

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