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"So, to praise others for their virtues can but encourage one's own efforts."
"Virtues are acquired through endeavor, Which rests wholly upon yourself. So, to praise others for their virtues Can but encourage one's own efforts."
"It is a sign that your reputation is small and sinking if your own tongue must praise you."
"But no one can praise Roosevelt for doing this and then insist that he restored our traditional political and economic systems to their former vitality."
"Having the critics praise you is like having the hangman say you've got a pretty neck."
"All praise to the masters indeed, but we too could produce a Kant or a Hugo."
"A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise."
"True praise comes often even to the lowly; false praise only to the strong."
Explore more quotes by William Shakespeare
"Taffeta phrases silken terms precise Three-piled hyperboles spruce affectation Figures pedantical."
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."
"Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of."
"I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to stand on endLike quills upon the fretful porpentine.But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood.List, list, O list!"
"Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death,The noise was high. Ha! No more moving?Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were 't good?I think she stirs again-No. What's best to do?If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife-My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour!Methinks it should be now a huge eclipseOf sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globeShould yawn at alteration."
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