Es el sueño tu reposo más dulce; lo invocas con frecuencia y luego eres lo bastante estúpido para temblar delante de la muerte que es nada más que un sueño
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William Shakespeare
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Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed.

By William Shakespeare

A young man married is a man that's marred.

By William Shakespeare

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...

By William Shakespeare

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

By William Shakespeare

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

By William Shakespeare

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

By William Shakespeare

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

By William Shakespeare

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

By William Shakespeare

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward

By William Shakespeare

MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?

By William Shakespeare

My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.

By William Shakespeare

You think I’ll weep?

By William Shakespeare

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,

By William Shakespeare

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special

By William Shakespeare

I have a soul of lead

By William Shakespeare
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