1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
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Love's best habit is a soothing tongue
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Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.
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Mad world! Mad kings! Mad composition!
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Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
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Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
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Make not your thoughts you prisons.
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Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
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Man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, like an angry ape, play such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep
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Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
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Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
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Many can brook (endure) the weather that love not the wind
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Many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills
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Many-headed multitude.
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