1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
I am not that feather to shake off My friend when he must need me.
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I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is; but, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal what law does vouch mine own.
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I am slow of study.
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I am sure care's an enemy to life.
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I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death.
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I am the very pink of courtesy.
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I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way.
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I bear a charmed life.
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I burn, I pine, I perish
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I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
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I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
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I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.
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I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
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I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part?
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I cannot tell what the dickens his name is
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