Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE- Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
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Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
More William Shakespeare Quotes
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Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
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All things are ready, if our mind be so.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREAll things are ready, if our mind be so.
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Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREHave more than you show, Speak less than you know.
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Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREParting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
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The course of true love never did run smooth.
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What’s done cannot be undone.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREWhat’s done cannot be undone.
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I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREI say there is no darkness but ignorance.
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The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREThe man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
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The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREThe instruments of darkness tell us truths.
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How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREHow far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARELord, what fools these mortals be!
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Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREConscience doth make cowards of us all.
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My heart is ever at your service.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREMy heart is ever at your service.
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Grief makes one hour ten.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREGrief makes one hour ten.
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You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREYou will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREBy the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
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