Ophelia: To the noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

classic line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Iago: Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!

line from the play Othello, Act III, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Hamlet: Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee!

classic line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Prospero: Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.

classic line from the play The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1611)
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Robin: Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

classic line from the play A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1596)
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Laertes: Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.

classic line from Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 7 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Hamlet: Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

classic lines from the play Hamlet, Act II, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Macbeth: Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

classic line from Macbeth, Act V, Scene V by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Mercutio: Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?

classic lines from Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene IV by William Shakespeare (1597)
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Hamlet: Why should the poor be flatter’d?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.

classic line from the play Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.

quote by William Shakespeare
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Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

classic lines from Hamlet by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Portia: If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.

line from the play The Merchant of Venice, Act I, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
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Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth

Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside.
O, blame me not if I no more can write!
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That overgoes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;
And more, much more than in my verse can sit,
Your own glass shows you when you look in it.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Hamlet: You, as your business and desire shall point you;
For every man has business and desire,
Such as it is; and for my own poor part,
Look you, I’ll go pray.

line from the play Hamlet, Act I, Scene 5, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Trinculo [sees Caliban]: What have we here? A man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish. He smells like a fish, a very ancient and fish-like smell, a kind of not-of-the-newest poor-john.

line from The Tempest, Act II, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1611)
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Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thy self refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

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Sonnet 151

Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove;
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love—flesh stays no father reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize—proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
  No want of conscience hold it that I call
  Her "love" for whose dear love I rise and fall.

poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls Who steals my purse steals trash 'tis something, nothing 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.

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Duke Vincento: Be absolute for death; either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep‘st,
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death‘s fool;
For him thou labour‘st by thy flight to shun
And yet runn‘st toward him still. Thou art not noble;
For all the accommodations that thou bear‘st
Are nursed by baseness. Thou‘rt by no means valiant;
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provokest; yet grossly fear‘st
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
For thou exist‘st on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;
For what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get,
And what thou hast, forget‘st. Thou art not certain;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,

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lines from Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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