1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
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Suspicion, Discontent, and Strife, Come in for Dowrie with a Wife.
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Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head
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Sweet are the uses of adversity.
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Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste
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Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
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Sweet, bid me hold my tongue, For in this rapture I shall surely speak The thing I shall repent.
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Sweets grown common lose their dear delight
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Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
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Take heed, be wary how you place your words; Talk like the vulgar sort of market men That come to gather money for their corn.
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Talkers are no good doers
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Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
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Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity
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Tear him for his bad verses.
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