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  101Kidz : Quotations : William Shakespeare

 
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He wears the rose
Of youth upon him.


So sweet was ne'er so fatal.


O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?


I am declined
Into the vale of years.


The worst is not
So long as we can say, "This is the worst."


I have
Immortal longings in me.


Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice.


Every way makes my gain.


O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face, 1 or a weathercock on a steeple.


Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires.


Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.


A morsel for a monarch.

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