1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
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Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black.
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Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it
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Come, give us a taste of your quality.
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Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.
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Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.
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Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent
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Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways
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Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
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Comparisons are odorous.
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Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
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Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
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Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.
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Concerning God, free will and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.
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Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? (M for M, Act ii, Sc.2)
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