William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare (born April 1564, traditionally celebrated on 23 April; baptised 1564-04-26; died 1616-05-03 ) was an English playwright and poet.
Found 286 thoughts of William Shakespeare
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.
William Shakespeare
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
William Shakespeare
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
William Shakespeare
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
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O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
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How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
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Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
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Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.
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