1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
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Your "If" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "If
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Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
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Your face, my thane, is a book where men May read strange matters.
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Your heart's desires be with you.
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Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
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Your horrid image doth unfix my hair.
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Your horse would trot as well were some of your brags dismounted.
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Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
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Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly.
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Your tale sir, would cure deafness
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Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
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Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad
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