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the quote G.O.A.T.
Month:
November 2025
“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red… I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
coral
,
eyes
,
history
“Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
emboldens
,
history
,
mercy
“But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
eternal
,
fade
,
history
“Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
come
,
history
,
hour
“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable; in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals-And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”
Shakespeare
Topics:
history
,
infinite
,
nobler
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
boundless
,
bounty
,
deep
“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
deceivers
,
history
,
ladies
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
compare
,
history
,
more
“To be or not to be—that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep— No more—and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep— To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
history
,
mind
,
nobler
“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
Shakespeare
Topics:
above
,
follow
,
history
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