William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.<br>Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

In false quarrels there is no true valor.

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

I had rather have a fool make me merry, than experience make me sad.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

My salad days,<br>When I was green in judgment.

Small to greater matters must give way.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale<br>Her infinite variety.

I have <br>Immortal longings in me.

The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.

Hereafter, in a better world than this, <br>I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

True is it that we have seen better days.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

The game is up.

I have not slept one wink.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Frailty, thy name is woman!

He was a man, take him for all in all, <br>I shall not look upon his like again.

But to my mind, though I am native here <br>And to the manner born, it is a custom <br>More honoured in the breach than the observance.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Leave her to heaven <br>And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, <br>To prick and sting her.

Every man has business and desire, <br>Such as it is.

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