Tag: William Shakespeare
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
William Shakespeare
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Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
William Shakespeare
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As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
William Shakespeare
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Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
William Shakespeare
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The course of true love never did run smooth.
William Shakespeare
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And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
William Shakespeare
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How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
William Shakespeare
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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
William Shakespeare
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Give thy thoughts no tongue.
William Shakespeare
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Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
William Shakespeare