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d4d29cf
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I have supped full with horrors.
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William Shakespeare |
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195a562
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Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he."
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William Shakespeare |
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a7da82c
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Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
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trust
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William Shakespeare |
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1d2061b
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Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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aa1ddac
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And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
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William Shakespeare |
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5e40c9e
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I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
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William Shakespeare |
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caf30d9
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
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William Shakespeare |
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d70995c
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Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
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William Shakespeare |
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90ed69d
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That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
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William Shakespeare |
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1c14d13
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It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.
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quip
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William Shakespeare |
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9d41e2f
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These times of woe afford no time to woo.
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to-remember
sad
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William Shakespeare |
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4bde8b2
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
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William Shakespeare |
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4d71102
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Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
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William Shakespeare |
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1f26947
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I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.
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William Shakespeare |
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8b68724
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The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die
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William Shakespeare |
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61310fa
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Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
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true
love
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William Shakespeare |
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1edcec3
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Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
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hearing
sin
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William Shakespeare |
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fa43dee
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His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.
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revenge
threat
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William Shakespeare |
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bd0f83b
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This rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
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swan-song
retirement
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William Shakespeare |
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1d91a50
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For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
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William Shakespeare |
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81df240
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Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from..
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William Shakespeare |
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1b7832a
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And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.
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William Shakespeare |
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4a0d05e
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Love is not love Which alters when alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: Oh, no, it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
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time
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William Shakespeare |
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3cfd994
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Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I
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William Shakespeare |
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14cab20
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Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
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mourning
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William Shakespeare |
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a08357e
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More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.
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William Shakespeare |
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1bedc62
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I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.
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William Shakespeare |
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c74ff6b
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Despair and die. The ghosts
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William Shakespeare |
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b8faaff
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Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
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William Shakespeare |
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25ca1dc
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And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.
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depressing
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William Shakespeare |
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85088f1
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My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
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William Shakespeare |
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b13fa85
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Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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scene-3
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William Shakespeare |
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ce21b86
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By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
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William Shakespeare |
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32df44d
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Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. (Act 5, Scene 2)
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William Shakespeare |
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424b632
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Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
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William Shakespeare |
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3f6cfdb
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If she and I be pleased, what's that to you?
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William Shakespeare |
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5f33110
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I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.
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William Shakespeare |
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0bdb67b
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She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
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shakespeare
unmoved
taming-of-the-shrew
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William Shakespeare |
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05e7717
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All that glisters is not gold,
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William Shakespeare |
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5f43953
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These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us: though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects: love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father. This villain of mine comes under the prediction; there's son against father: the king falls from bias of na..
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William Shakespeare |
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Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
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William Shakespeare |
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ea33b7c
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Fool: "He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath." King Lear (III, vi, 19-21)"
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whore-s-oath
wolves
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William Shakespeare |
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091f11d
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In such business
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William Shakespeare |
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986f2f7
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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
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melancholy
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William Shakespeare |