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More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow. When I’m not there, you can sleep with my wife.
Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.
Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
You know who you are, but know not who you could be.