1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
What he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit
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What is past is prologue.
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What is the city but the people?
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What is wedlock forced but a hell, an age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss and is a pattern of celestial peace
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What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
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What light through yonder window breaks?
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What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder
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What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder
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What need the bridge much broader than the flood?
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What private griefs they have, alas, I know not
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What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us.
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What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
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What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted.
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What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
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What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
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