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Age
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I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
-William Shakespeare
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Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
-William Shakespeare
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'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, and after one hour more twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, and then from hour to hour we rot and rot. and thereby hangs a tale.
-William Shakespeare
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My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
-William Shakespeare
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Alcohol/Alcoholism
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I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
-William Shakespeare
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Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
-William Shakespeare
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O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!
-William Shakespeare
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O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
-William Shakespeare
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It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.
-William Shakespeare
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Ambition
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The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
-William Shakespeare
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As he was valiant, I honor him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
-William Shakespeare
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Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
-William Shakespeare
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He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man
-William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2
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Appreciation
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Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
-William Shakespeare
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Argument & Debate
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
-William Shakespeare
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In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
-William Shakespeare
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I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct.
-William Shakespeare
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Art
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The object of art is to give life a shape. Midsummer Nights Dream
-William Shakespeare
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O, had I but followed the arts!
-William Shakespeare
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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Astrology
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This is the excellent foppery of the world: that when we are sick in fortune -- often the surfeits of our own behavior -- we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!
-William Shakespeare
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Astronomy
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These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
-William Shakespeare
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Beauty
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed. Such seems your beauty still.
-William Shakespeare
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Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. -
-William Shakespeare
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Birth
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When we are born we cry that we are come.. to this great stage of fools.
-William Shakespeare
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Books by and about William Shakespeare