1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
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I must be cruel only to be kind
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I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.
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I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
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I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.
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I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
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I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
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I owe him little duty and less love.
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I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning.
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I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness
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I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell.
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I say, we will have no more marriages.
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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"
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I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
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I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
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