1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
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Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
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Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in a foul oyster
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Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes Are made thy chief afflictions.
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Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name
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Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men make faults.
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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
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Rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourself scabs.
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Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
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Save in the office and affairs of love.
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Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
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Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities.
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Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
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Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
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See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
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