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7bfd269
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Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
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William Shakespeare |
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9724e21
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As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
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julius
honour
honor
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William Shakespeare |
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c383efa
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LEONATO Well, then, go you into hell? BEATRICE No, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids:' so deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.
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marriage
heaven
self-determination
independence
freedom
empowerment
happiness
matrimony
husbands
singles
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William Shakespeare |
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6b9e5da
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Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
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unkind
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William Shakespeare |
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c5d760f
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And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE
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scene-1
much-ado-about-nothing
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William Shakespeare |
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ebfbbff
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true apothecary thy drugs art quick
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sad
poison
romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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fab588c
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Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion
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William Shakespeare |
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959d672
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Ay me! sad hours seem long.
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yearning
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William Shakespeare |
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a3c5ec6
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Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
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readiness
sadness
que-sera-sera
providence
hamlet
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William Shakespeare |
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47a8621
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Macbeth: If we should fail? Lady Macbeth: We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.
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screw
sticking-place
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William Shakespeare |
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5f6c90d
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I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
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William Shakespeare |
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bec0ab8
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Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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44f2c7a
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Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, b..
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William Shakespeare |
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1d8d66d
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I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
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William Shakespeare |
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92e70cb
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God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
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William Shakespeare |
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f46de37
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There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
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sleep
woman
women
sadness
happiness
waking
melancholy
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William Shakespeare |
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1e05250
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But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.
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William Shakespeare |
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222d414
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In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
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William Shakespeare |
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53d12c0
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And make death proud to take us.
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William Shakespeare |
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4d14171
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A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will..
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king-lear
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William Shakespeare |
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b3a064a
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Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
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William Shakespeare |
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a3a743b
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O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (14..
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William Shakespeare |
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9755b3a
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And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial."
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William Shakespeare |
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61f6d57
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that's for thoughts... There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither'd all when my father died. They say he made a good end,-- [Sings.] "For bonny sweet Robin is all my ..
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ophelia
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William Shakespeare |
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640be15
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Men are April when they woo, December when they wed...
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William Shakespeare |
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04b1526
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Mark it, nuncle. Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest, Leave thy drink and thy whore And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score.
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William Shakespeare |
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63b4194
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
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William Shakespeare |
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28a707b
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Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but t..
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grief
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William Shakespeare |
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aa593fd
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If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
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William Shakespeare |
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8806375
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Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.
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wagging-tongues
rumor
public-opinion
libel
reputation
slander
gossip
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William Shakespeare |
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1b827d7
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Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
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death
wisdom
maturity
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William Shakespeare |
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6b9db1c
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Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)"
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William Shakespeare |
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8b17d26
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We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
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William Shakespeare |
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73591f3
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I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; B..
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William Shakespeare |
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752e568
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O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
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William Shakespeare |
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c5e818d
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Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
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life-lessons
loyalty
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William Shakespeare |
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535b4ce
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No matter where; of comfort no man speak: 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
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William Shakespeare |
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ea0e40d
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All that glisters is not gold.
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William Shakespeare |
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f7ee34c
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I'll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
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William Shakespeare |
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433d072
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Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
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romance
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William Shakespeare |
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a5cfeea
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Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
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William Shakespeare |
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722d119
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Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head
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William Shakespeare |
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60df531
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To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
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looks
reading
writing
handsomeness
face
gift
talent
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William Shakespeare |
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c9344b3
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We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
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religion
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William Shakespeare |