Thoughts by William Shakespeare

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Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

William Shakespeare

Tempt not a desperate man.

William Shakespeare

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

William Shakespeare

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.

William Shakespeare

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

William Shakespeare

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

William Shakespeare

Then the world 's mine oyster.

William Shakespeare

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

William Shakespeare

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get.

William Shakespeare

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

William Shakespeare

The soul of this man is in his clothes.

William Shakespeare

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

William Shakespeare

Not Hercules could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none.

William Shakespeare

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

William Shakespeare

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

William Shakespeare

There's place and means for every man alive.

William Shakespeare

So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!

William Shakespeare

O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

William Shakespeare

By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!

William Shakespeare
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