| Quote | Bible or Shakespeare? |
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| Let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth | |
| For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. | |
| What a piece of work is a man | |
| Vanity of vanities; all is vanity | |
| All that glisters is not gold | |
| Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown | |
| For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out | |
| For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so | |
| Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. | |
| Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning | |
| Lord, what fools these mortals be! | |
| Let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth | |
| Vanity of vanities; all is vanity | |
| Neither a borrower nor a lender be | |
| This above all: to thine own self be true | |
| For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so | |
| Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me | |
| For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out | |
| Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears | |
| Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing | |
| The better part of valor is discretion | |
| Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown | |
| A merry heart doeth good like a medicine | |
| How poor are they that have not patience! | |
| Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning | |
| Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. | |
| All that glisters is not gold | |
| What a piece of work is a man | |
| For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. | |
| Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward. | |
