1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse.
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Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude.
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
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Boldness be my friend.
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Boldness be my friend.
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Both of you are birds of self-same feather.
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Bow, stubborn knees!
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Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
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Break, heart, I prithee, break!
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
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Bur, Bowgh, wowgh, The watch-dogs bark: Bur, Bowgh, wowgh
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But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament
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But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
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But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed.
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