1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day
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Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton, Time.
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On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
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Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead!
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Once more the engine of her thoughts began. . . .
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One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.
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One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
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One more, and this the last: So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
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One pain lessened by another's anguish
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One sees more devils than vast hell can hold
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One that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten.
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
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One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.
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One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
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Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
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