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More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
You know who you are, but know not who you could be.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
There's a time for all things.
Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let me try.
