1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not "seems".
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Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
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Sell when you can: you are not for all markets.
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Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
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Sense, sure, you have, Else you could not have motion.
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Service is no heritage.
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Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death
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Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts.
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Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
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Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?
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Shall not be long but I'll be here again: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before.
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Shall we play the wantons with our woes, And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
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She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
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