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Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
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William Shakespeare |
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44d4e21
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You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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983ebd9
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Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
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William Shakespeare |
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cd66e7d
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He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
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mettlesome
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William Shakespeare |
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22c6e0b
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And nothing is, but what is not.
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shakespeare
william
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William Shakespeare |
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fe81f88
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What, you egg?
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macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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881d699
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One pain is lessened by another's anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
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pain
eye
infection
romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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8ea7fbe
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JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
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shakespeare
names
humor
jaques
orlando
rosalind
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William Shakespeare |
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446daac
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No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
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shakespeare
richard-iii
pity
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William Shakespeare |
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368fe67
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For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
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William Shakespeare |
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7c803d9
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You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
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William Shakespeare |
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6f81a9d
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It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
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William Shakespeare |
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c08b8de
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O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
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William Shakespeare |
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4dfe0a8
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O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
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insult
thief-of-love
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William Shakespeare |
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2f0e3e8
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She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.
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William Shakespeare |
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89b7ef1
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He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
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William Shakespeare |
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af16cf5
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Remember me.
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William Shakespeare |
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7940169
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What a fool honesty is.
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play
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William Shakespeare |
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a023199
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I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
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William Shakespeare |
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8be9fa9
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I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
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life
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William Shakespeare |
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c7500fb
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But man, proud man, Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd-- His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
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war
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William Shakespeare |
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c5da864
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Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
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troubles
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William Shakespeare |
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4cdbd66
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My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.
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shakespeare
king-henry-vi
kings
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William Shakespeare |
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c945dc1
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it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.
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William Shakespeare |
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c95d375
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Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
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humor
sinister
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William Shakespeare |
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cb8cb0d
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I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.
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rosalind
celia
plays
cousins
sisters
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William Shakespeare |
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10f5885
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If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
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goodness
good-intentions
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William Shakespeare |
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e7b8ea0
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!
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storm-scene
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William Shakespeare |
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f6ad0ce
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What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.
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fulfillment
potential
humankind
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William Shakespeare |
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0cc372e
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HAMLET: I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? GUILDENSTERN: My lord, I cannot. HAMLET: I pray you. GUILDENSTERN: Believe me, I cannot. HAMLET: I do beseech you. GUILDENSTERN: I know no touch of it, my lord. HAMLET: It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with our fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops. GUILDENSTERN: But these ca..
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William Shakespeare |
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5905c42
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Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
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William Shakespeare |
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2604489
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Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn And broils roots out the work of masonry, Nor mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find roo..
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sonnet-55
monuments
fame
remembrance
posterity
memory
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William Shakespeare |
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df2b7d2
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Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
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William Shakespeare |
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432e89a
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Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
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William Shakespeare |
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ec9d045
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
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William Shakespeare |
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66129af
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It is excellent / To have a giant's strenght / But it is tyrannous / To use it like a giant (Isabella)
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shakespeare-s-wit
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William Shakespeare |
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3592c23
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Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
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William Shakespeare |
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fcf58e4
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Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills
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death
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William Shakespeare |
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b903409
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And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
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William Shakespeare |
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638a26b
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A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
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William Shakespeare |
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2b963c7
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When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
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William Shakespeare |
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73a8b38
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We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
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William Shakespeare |
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5a92c4b
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O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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love
promises
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William Shakespeare |
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e25b46c
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They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |