William Shakespeare Quotes

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
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The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
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The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
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I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of fraity sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.

I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
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I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase,
And treasure of my loins.

It doth appear you are a worthy judge;
You know the law, your exposition
Hath been most read more

It doth appear you are a worthy judge;
You know the law, your exposition
Hath been most sound.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

Then know, that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am, crossed with adversity;
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Then know, that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am, crossed with adversity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
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'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?

There's the humour of it.

There's the humour of it.