Quotes William Shakespeare - page 17
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She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
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Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma or a hideous dream.
Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start, at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion.
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
All surfeit is the father of much fast.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
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How strange or odd some'er I bear myself,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on.
