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Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Measure for Measure", Act 1 scene 4
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Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Merry Wives of Windsor", Act 2 scene 2
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Merry Wives of Windsor", Act 1 scene 1
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Merry Wives of Windsor", Act 1 scene 3
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 4 scene 1
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
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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.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 1 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.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 5 scene 1
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 3 scene 1
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 3 scene 1
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