1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve
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'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world
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'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
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'Tis such fools as you that makes the world full of ill-favour'd children.
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'Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
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'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
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'Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind.
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"God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity -- the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty?
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"So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so
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"Yea," quoth he, "dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit
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[He] speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
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[Shakespeare scholars just sigh and consign the book to the great pantheon of] revelations ... I am accustomed to fanatics who get a funny look in the eye when they come to speak to me how about the Earl of Oxford or Marlowe really wrote the plays. She spoke rationally, and it's an intelligently readable book, but it floats way above the facts, as I told her.
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[T]his thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
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[Your] horrid image doth unfix my hair.
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A deed of dreadful note.
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