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3cce926
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A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
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humor
intelligence
wisdom
ignorance
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William Shakespeare |
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fdfda61
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This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war,
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William Shakespeare |
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cb23c13
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Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe: Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
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William Shakespeare |
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e408de2
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You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!
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William Shakespeare |
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be62989
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What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
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William Shakespeare |
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e66b984
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Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
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William Shakespeare |
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6e8edea
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When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.
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William Shakespeare |
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a876fd2
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If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!
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William Shakespeare |
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e32e40e
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The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
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necessity
need
misery
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William Shakespeare |
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6f6d503
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The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
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William Shakespeare |
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7da20a3
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And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.
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William Shakespeare |
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d87b921
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I] must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.
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William Shakespeare |
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ef9a3b5
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Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe
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William Shakespeare |
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41a42f6
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Now is the winter of our discontent.
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William Shakespeare |
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98311a9
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and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.
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nature
dreams
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William Shakespeare |
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7e25729
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Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
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shakespeare
stars-shine-darkly
twelfth-night
city-of-glass
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William Shakespeare |
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c530fc2
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There is a world elsewhere.
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William Shakespeare |
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40bdd0a
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Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved
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William Shakespeare |
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25abf8d
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And what's he then that says I play the villain?
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othello
villian
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William Shakespeare |
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0862a70
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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry -- God for Harry! England and Saint George!
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William Shakespeare |
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ed99b17
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst t..
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the-merchant-of-venice
moonlight
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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f1e0239
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More matter with less art.
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William Shakespeare |
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53a68d2
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If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
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William Shakespeare |
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cce09cc
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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, 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: So excell..
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grief
death
soliloquy
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William Shakespeare |
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506e6b6
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The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
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William Shakespeare |
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e1b17a0
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Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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William Shakespeare |
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d1aee3f
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My stars shine darkly over me
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William Shakespeare |
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d97134e
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Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
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William Shakespeare |
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421a176
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O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty;
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mistress
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William Shakespeare |
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fe1a6ff
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A plague on both your houses.
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William Shakespeare |
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9909fb4
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You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wi..
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William Shakespeare |
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fdae252
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I'll have no husband, if you be not he.
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marriage
love
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William Shakespeare |
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b7e7fdc
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They say best men are molded out of faults,
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William Shakespeare |
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5aa96ad
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For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
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man
wise
power
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William Shakespeare |
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6a85da9
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Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! -Posthumus Leonatus Act V, Scene V
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shakespeare
love
reunion
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William Shakespeare |
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e664cf0
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O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)"
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intoxication-and-sobriety
drunkenness
drugs
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William Shakespeare |
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5170e84
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Give thy thoughts no tongue.
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William Shakespeare |
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8c42815
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There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
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William Shakespeare |
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fe367e5
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But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them."
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William Shakespeare |
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abbf128
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This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
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love
soul
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William Shakespeare |
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775488c
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Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
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lovey-dovey
retarded
unrealistic
romeo
juliet
tragic
love-at-first-sight
play
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William Shakespeare |
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065ae61
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O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
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death
love
sucked
breath
wife
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William Shakespeare |
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0af12f4
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Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him.
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evil
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William Shakespeare |
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c1a431b
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DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDRO You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICE So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.
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men
women
honesty
love
falsehood
payback
dishonesty
deceit
hearts
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William Shakespeare |