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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare 1564-1616
English Playwright, Poet, & Actor
To be or not to be, that is the question
Experience is a precious jewel and it had need be so for it is purchased at an infinite rate
There is no darkness – but ignorance
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; take honor from me and my life is done
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
We cannot all be masters
The course of true love never did run smooth
No legacy is so rich as honesty
This above all; to thine own self be true
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful
Brevity is the soul of wit
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
Having nothing, nothing can he lose
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late
How far that little candle throws it’s beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
They do not love that do not show their love
Lawless are they that make their wills their law
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul
False face must hide what the false heart doth know
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough
Nothing can come of nothing
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything
A miser grows rich by seeming poor; an extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich
The end crowns all; and that old common arbitrator, time, will one day end it
Wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to re-dress their harms
Though she be but little, she is fierce
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance
In a false quarrel there is no true valor