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Of all the wonders that I have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.( Act II, Scene 2)William Shakespeare
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His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!William Shakespeare
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bonesWilliam Shakespeare
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Death, a necessary end, will come when it will comeWilliam Shakespeare
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!William Shakespeare
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.William Shakespeare
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Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!William Shakespeare
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The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.William Shakespeare
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O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is known.William Shakespeare
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He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.William Shakespeare
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I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony.William Shakespeare
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings.William Shakespeare
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The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shineWilliam Shakespeare
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I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?William Shakespeare
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As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.William Shakespeare
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Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, Melancholy's child, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O Error, soon concieved, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.William Shakespeare
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.William Shakespeare
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And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.William Shakespeare
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But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.William Shakespeare
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Must I observe you? Must I stand & crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom ofyour spleen, Though it do split you, for, from thisday forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, when you are waspish.William Shakespeare
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You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey?William Shakespeare
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Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved’st him better / Than ever thou loved’st Cassius.William Shakespeare
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You see we do, yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding business they have done: Our hearts you see not; they are pitifulWilliam Shakespeare
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.William Shakespeare