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I would fain die a dry death.

William Shakespeare

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

William Shakespeare

What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?

William Shakespeare

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

William Shakespeare

Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.

William Shakespeare

My library
Was dukedom large enough.

William Shakespeare

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

William Shakespeare

From the still-vexed Bermoothes.

William Shakespeare

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

William Shakespeare

Fill all thy bones with aches.

William Shakespeare

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.

William Shakespeare

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

William Shakespeare

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

William Shakespeare

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

William Shakespeare

Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.

William Shakespeare

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

William Shakespeare

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

William Shakespeare

Fer. Here's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.

William Shakespeare

He that dies pays all debts.

William Shakespeare

A kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.

William Shakespeare

Deeper than e'er plummet sounded.

William Shakespeare

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare

With foreheads villanous low.

William Shakespeare

Deeper than did ever plummet sound
I 'll drown my book.

William Shakespeare

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie.

William Shakespeare

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