1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Nothing can seem foul to those that win
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Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal.
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Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy
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Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it
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Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 't were a careless trifle.
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Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.
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Nothing is But what is not.
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Nothing will come of nothing
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Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now, and they'll outgrow the garden, And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
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Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
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Now for the tea of our host Now for the rollicking bun, Now for the muffin and toast, Now for the gay Sally Lunn!
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Now go we in content To liberty, and not to banishment.
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Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh.
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Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
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