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- Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 1 scene 2
- I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 1 scene 2
- Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Othello", Act 3 scene 3
- I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Othello", Act 1 scene 1
- The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Lear", Act 5 scene 3
- The worst is not
So long as we can say, "This is the worst." - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Lear", Act 4 scene 1
- How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child! - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Lear", Act 1 scene 4
- Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 5 scene 2
- The rest is silence.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 5 scene 2
- Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 5 scene 1
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