1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred; And I myself see not the bottom of it.
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My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand
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My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
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My patience to his fury, and am arm'd to suffer, with a quietness of spirit, the very tyranny and rage of his.
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My pride fell with my fortunes.
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My resolution's placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant, now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.
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My revenue is the silly cheat
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My salad days - When I was green in judgment
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My soul is in the sky.
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My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go
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Narcissus so himself himself forsook, And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.
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Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves.
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Nature must obey necessity. [Julius Caesar]
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Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
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