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  • The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • I will tell you-he beat me grievously
    in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master
    Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because
    I know also life is a shuttle.
    (William Shakespeare, "")

  • To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • I'll kill myself for grief.
    (William Shakespeare, "")

  • O, cry you mercy, sir.
    (William Shakespeare, "")


  • Cry, 'Havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
    (William Shakespeare)

  • There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord. She is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.
    (William Shakespeare, "")

  • I can no longer live by thinking.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • My reason, the physician to my love,
    Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
    Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
    Desire is death, which physic did except.
    (William Shakespeare, "")

  • Put up thy sword betime;
    Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron
    That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
    (William Shakespeare, "")

  • O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • This touches me in reputation.
    (William Shakespeare, "")

  • No, no 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
    (William Shakespeare)


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