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“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.”

― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“Whoknowshimself a braggart, let himfearthis, for itwill come to passthateverybraggartshallbefound an ass.”

― William Shakespeare, The Complete Works

“By my soul I swear, thereis no power in the tongue of man to alter me.”

― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“My Crown is in myheart, not on myhead:

Not deck'dwithDiamonds, and Indianstones:

Nor to beseen:my Crown iscall'd Content,

A Crown itis, thatseldom Kings enjoy.”

― William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3

“Love isholy.”

― William Shakespeare, All'sWell That Ends Well

“I'llfind a day to massacre them all

And razetheir faction and theirfamily,

The cruel father and histraitorous sons,

To whom I sued for mydearson's life,

And makethem know what 'tis to let a queen

Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.”

― William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus

“Life isa tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifyingnothing”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“O mother, mother!

What have youdone?Behold, the heavens do ope,

The gods look down, and thisunnaturalscene

Theylaugh at. O mymother, mother!O!

You have won a happy victory to Rome;

But, for yourson,--believeit, O, believeit,

Most dangerouslyyou have withhimprevail'd,

If not mostmortal to him.”

― William Shakespeare

“O God, that I were a man! I wouldeathisheart in the marketplace.”

― William Shakespeare

“To die, to sleep -

To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,

For in thissleep of deathwhatdreamsmay come...”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“O mother, mother!

What have youdone?Behold, the heavens do ope,

The gods look down, and thisunnaturalscene

Theylaugh at. O mymother, mother!O!

You have won a happy victory to Rome;

But, for yourson,--believeit, O, believeit,

Most dangerouslyyou have withhimprevail'd,

If not mostmortal to him.”

― William Shakespeare

“Tislikeshecomes to speak of Cassio’sdeath,

The noise was high. Ha! No more moving?

Still as the grave. Shallshe come in?Were ’t good?

I thinkshestirsagain—No. What’s best to do?

If she come in, she’ll sure speak to mywife—

Mywife!mywife! whatwife? I have no wife.

Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavyhour!

Methinksitshouldbenow a hugeeclipse

Of sun and moon, and thatth' affrighted globe

Shouldyawn at alteration.”

― William Shakespeare, Othello