Quotes From "As You Like It" By William Shakespeare

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Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is soordinary that the whippers are in love too. William Shakespeare
I pray you, do not fall in love with me,...
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I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine. William Shakespeare
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage.
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All the world's a stage. William Shakespeare
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise...
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The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. William Shakespeare
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Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. William Shakespeare
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
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Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. William Shakespeare
Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the...
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Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty. William Shakespeare
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues...
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And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it. William Shakespeare
...what care I for words? Yet words do well When...
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...what care I for words? Yet words do well When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. William Shakespeare
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. William Shakespeare
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I'll have no husband, if you be not he. William Shakespeare
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Say a day without the ever. William Shakespeare
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Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. William Shakespeare
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Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. William Shakespeare
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O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, William Shakespeare
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O, that's a brave man! He writes brave versrs, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, William Shakespeare
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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. William Shakespeare
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Sweet are the uses of adversity. William Shakespeare
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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; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. William Shakespeare
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O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping. William Shakespeare
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[Act 5, Scene 4, ROSALIND] If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell. William Shakespeare
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You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives and conned them out of rings? William Shakespeare
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JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? O R L A N D O: Yes, just. J A Q U E S: I do not like her name. O R L A N D O: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened. William Shakespeare