1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told
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All that is within him does condemn itself for being there.
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All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity
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All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease!
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All the learned and authentic fellows.
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All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages
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All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.
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All things are ready, if our minds be so.
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All's well that ends well. . . .
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All, with one consent, praise newborn gawds (sic), though they are made and molded of things past
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Always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits
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Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
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An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!
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An angel; or, if not, An earthly paragon.
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