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More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.
Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow. When I’m not there, you can sleep with my wife.
Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
