1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
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I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
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I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres.
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I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woolen
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I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul remembering my good friends
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I dare not fight; but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It is a simple one; but what though?
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I dare to do all that may become a man: who dares do more is none.
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I did send to you for certain sums of gold, which you denied me.
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I dislike the Bible as it contains both questions and answers, problems and solutions, past and future all in the language i understand.
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I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
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I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.
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I do not ask you much: I beg cold comfort.
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I do not much dislike the matter, but the manner of his speech.
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I do not set my life at a pin's fee. And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
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I do now remember the poor creature, small beer.
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