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c3b76ae
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Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
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William Shakespeare |
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19d4e18
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I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
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William Shakespeare |
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903dc90
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Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
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William Shakespeare |
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d18ba5f
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Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
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feste
fool
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William Shakespeare |
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4dd4418
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And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
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William Shakespeare |
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4ba20e6
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
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William Shakespeare |
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19a5516
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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3a75092
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By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
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shakespeare
merchant-of-venice
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William Shakespeare |
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055bda0
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Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
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William Shakespeare |
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1ec887f
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Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
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William Shakespeare |
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b56a02c
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Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth ..
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puck
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William Shakespeare |
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d4ad157
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Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
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jealousy
pessimism
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William Shakespeare |
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222a0ac
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The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At out quaint spirits.
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William Shakespeare |
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ad5dccb
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There is nothing serious in Mortality
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William Shakespeare |
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c3740b1
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So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.
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William Shakespeare |
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2caa2fb
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She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
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William Shakespeare |
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12e677c
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Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions
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William Shakespeare |
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614d642
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Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! Serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! S..
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hate
love
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William Shakespeare |
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03de912
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O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention!
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on-writing
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William Shakespeare |
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f93af85
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Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One, two; why, then 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?--Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him? The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?--What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this starting. Here's the..
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4906317
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Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
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nature
poetry
as-you-like-it
plays
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William Shakespeare |
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e889ac2
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This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
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poetry
viola
plays
wise
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William Shakespeare |
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8c33279
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When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
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woe
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William Shakespeare |
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a1b3e5d
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I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
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William Shakespeare |
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9d692c4
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Be bloody bold and resolute.
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William Shakespeare |
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2f4f184
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For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.
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William Shakespeare |
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ccbfd0f
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It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?
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William Shakespeare |
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eead848
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In thy foul throat thou liest.
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lying
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William Shakespeare |
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389e800
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O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
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shakespeare
celia
wonderful
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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3a73738
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POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
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William Shakespeare |
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a3bdd57
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
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William Shakespeare |
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b1a9e07
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I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .
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William Shakespeare |
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a8131e1
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Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
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time
love
hurry
impatience
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William Shakespeare |
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ac0235e
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So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
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virtue
religion
ornament
falsehood
law
pretense
vice
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William Shakespeare |
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046ef6c
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Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
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William Shakespeare |
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7ef8327
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I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.
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William Shakespeare |
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a5495ea
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Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
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tragedy
dignity
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William Shakespeare |
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a06c738
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For trust not him that hath once broken faith
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William Shakespeare |
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77d38c1
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Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But masters, remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow, and which is more, an officer, and which is more, a householder, and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in..
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William Shakespeare |
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e7aacde
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Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream--For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life
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William Shakespeare |
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1a20565
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what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
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William Shakespeare |
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4728867
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Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.
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William Shakespeare |
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592336d
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SONNET 43 When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, How would thy shadow's form form happy show To the clear day with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in..
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William Shakespeare |
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6158288
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Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover ..
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