| Famous Quote | S or N? | Source |
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| Some are born great; some achieve greatness; and some have greatness thrust upon them. | |
| How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. | |
| 'Tis absence, however, that makes the heart grow fonder. | |
| Neither a borrower nor a lender be. | |
| How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. | |
| Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. | |
| Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. | |
| Where are all the good men dead? In the heart, or in the head? | |
| What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day? | |
| Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. | |
| The better part of valour is discretion. | |
| Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive! | |
| A fool and his money is soon parted. | |
| Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well. | |
| 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty'—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. | |
| What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day? | |
| How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. | |
| Where are all the good men dead? In the heart, or in the head? | |
| No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. | |
| Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven. | |
| 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty'—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. | |
| 'Tis absence, however, that makes the heart grow fonder. | |
| Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive! | |
| Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. | |
| Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. | |
| From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee. | |
| A fool and his money is soon parted. | |
| Their's not to reason why, their's but to do and die. | |
| For ye suffer fooles gladly, seeing ye your selves are wise. | |
| 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. | |
| Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. | |
| Lord, what fools these mortals be! | |
| We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. | |
| How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. | |
| Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. | |
| 'Tis the sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petard. | |
| Some are born great; some achieve greatness; and some have greatness thrust upon them. | |
| Neither a borrower nor a lender be. | |
| All that glisters is not gold. | |
| Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. | |
| The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose. | |
| Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well. | |
| The better part of valour is discretion. | |
| He will give the devil his due. | |
| Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. | |
Quotes From Classic Literature
Songs with Literary References
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