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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #31 |
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #32 |
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #33 |
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #34 |
What's in a name That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #35 |
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #36 |
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #37 |
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. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #38 |
The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #39 |
The earth has music for those who listen. -- William Shakespeare
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| William Shakespeare -- Quote #40 |
Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head. -- William Shakespeare
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