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94dc00e
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The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
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William Shakespeare |
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38e3986
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Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
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wrong
trust
love
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William Shakespeare |
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92d3039
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
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William Shakespeare |
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05a7fed
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Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
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William Shakespeare |
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39fa467
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Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
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William Shakespeare |
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bf35238
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
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self-responsibility
timidity
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William Shakespeare |
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dbccbf8
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This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
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music
love
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William Shakespeare |
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7c7429a
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Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
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inspirational
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William Shakespeare |
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3fcbdff
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If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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romance
unrequited-love
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William Shakespeare |
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3c38fb2
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When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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stars
light
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William Shakespeare |
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91cd47c
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.
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William Shakespeare |
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937c58b
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Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
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William Shakespeare |
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5a7d9b8
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You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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91f1c0c
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Though she be but little, she is fierce!
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William Shakespeare |
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675a885
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
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William Shakespeare |
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31935ec
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These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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43fc57d
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To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in ..
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existence
life
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William Shakespeare |
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8d647e8
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My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
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William Shakespeare |
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a14807d
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My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
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William Shakespeare |
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10de15f
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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
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macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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fa46086
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow
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inspirational
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William Shakespeare |
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3251f04
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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 fools The 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 tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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William Shakespeare |
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19df227
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My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
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romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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df8f3f1
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The course of true love never did run smooth.
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true-love
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William Shakespeare |
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3b77c34
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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
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elizabethan
robin-goodfellow
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William Shakespeare |
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1224533
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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
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darkness
dark-plans
stealth
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William Shakespeare |
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70873b4
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Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
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waste
values
romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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472d60b
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title,
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romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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d737b74
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thus with a kiss I die
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romance
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William Shakespeare |
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f7db70f
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Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
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William Shakespeare |
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26876f5
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Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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passion
love
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William Shakespeare |
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8e6aed4
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it 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 wand'ring barque, 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 w..
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shakespeare
poetry
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William Shakespeare |
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6a841a1
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To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...
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death-and-dying
shakespeare
hamlet
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William Shakespeare |
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b713117
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There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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supernatural
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William Shakespeare |
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4658b9f
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
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laughter
shakespeare
happiness
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William Shakespeare |
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db47f6a
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All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
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William Shakespeare |
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4f931f5
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Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
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women
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William Shakespeare |
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f9f1a88
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
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understanding
men
happy
sadness
ladies
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William Shakespeare |
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0fdf9e6
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Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
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resolve
doubt
self-doubt
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William Shakespeare |
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f37546b
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Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
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William Shakespeare |
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33f98e4
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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William Shakespeare |
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129715b
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd; By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owes..
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shakespeare
youth
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William Shakespeare |
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9aa90a9
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For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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tragedy
teen-suicide
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William Shakespeare |
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c1bdc8d
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
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wit
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William Shakespeare |