1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
More kin than kind
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More matter with less art
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Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
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Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.
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Much Ado About Nothing,
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Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
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Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.
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Murder her brothers and then marry her - Uncertain way of gain, but I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin
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Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
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Murder's out of tune, and sweet revenge grows harsh
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Music do I hear? Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
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My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal
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My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
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My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, For both are infinite.
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My cake is dough.
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