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Ihr krankt an der Eigenliebe, Malvolio, und kostet mit einem verdorbenen Geschmack.
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Dramatiker, Dichter, Schauspieler, Sprachvirtuose, "Ein Sommernachtstraum", "Romeo und Julia", "Othello", "Hamlet", "Der Widerspenstigen Zähmung" (England, 1564 - 1616).
William Shakespeare · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum
William Shakespeare wäre heute 460 Jahre, 0 Monate, 4 Tage oder 168.016 Tage alt.
Geboren am 23.04.1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon
Gestorben am 23.04.1616 in Stratford-upon-Avon
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When we are born we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools.
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When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then we must rate the cost of the erection; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all?
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When words are scarce they're seldom spent in vain.
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Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
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Where every something, being blent together Turns to a wild of nothing.
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Where is his son, That nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales, And his comrades, that daffed the world aside, And bid it pass?
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Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; When little fears grow great, great love grows there.
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summermerrily: Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
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Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.
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Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.
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Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig.
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Who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring?
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Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?
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Who can be wise, amazèd, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment?No man.
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Who can control his fate?
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Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets.
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Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
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Who is it that can tell me who I am?
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Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admirèd be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
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Who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch?