1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt; And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
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Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
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Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
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Hereafter in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
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His (Cardinal ) own opinion was his law
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His life was gentle, and the elements / So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up / And say to all the world, / This was a man!
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His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage.
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His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
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Hold-fast is the only dog, my duck.
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Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
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Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
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Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
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How all occasions do inform against me. And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
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How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, / That has such people in `t!
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How far that little candle throws his beams!
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