1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
By that sin fell the angels.
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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
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Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
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Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?
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Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?
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Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
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Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest
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Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
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Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.
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Chief nourished in life's feast.
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Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
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Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.
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Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
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Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
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