1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Jealousy is a tiger that tears not only its prey but also its own raging heart
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Jesters do oft prove prophets
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Jesters do often prove prophets.
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Journeys end in lovers meeting.
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Journeys end in lovers' meeting; every wise man's son doth know
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Joy delights in Joy
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Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries
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Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
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Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
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Kindness, nobler ever than revenge
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Kindness, nobler ever than revenge (A Y L I, Act iv, Sc.3)
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Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.
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Kiss me Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.
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Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
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Knowledge is the wing whereby we fly to Heaven.
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