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No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
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When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets..
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time
shakespeare
clock
sonnet
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William Shakespeare |
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5fc6928
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For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
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William Shakespeare |
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6f591ac
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We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news, and we'll talk with them too-- Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out-- And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies.
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Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.
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uprightness
priorities
self-improvement
self-control
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William Shakespeare |
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25cf15f
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To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?
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William Shakespeare |
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53e00ea
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As merry as the day is long.
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William Shakespeare |
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fbd9767
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This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
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William Shakespeare |
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348f379
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Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.
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greed
gain
insatiability
possessions
excess
entitlement
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4082ec9
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I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine: ... for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Ch..
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William Shakespeare |
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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. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. ..
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William Shakespeare |
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ed628da
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The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.
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William Shakespeare |
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7ee8b2b
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Totus mundus agit histrionem. " [Motto of William Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (f. 1599) and its acting company, The King's Men; taken from the first play to be performed on the new stage.]"
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universe
world
stage
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William Shakespeare |
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6943a30
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Our wills and fates do so contrary run.
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William Shakespeare |
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5840c64
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This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
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William Shakespeare |
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8d2bc30
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for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
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William Shakespeare |
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cf8800b
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Speak low if you speak love.
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William Shakespeare |
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22a3010
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What, you egg? [He stabs him.]
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tumblr
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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b63a2e5
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They are but beggars that can count their worth.
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worth
wealth
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William Shakespeare |
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3b681ab
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Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
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marriage
death
humor
love
olivia
twelfth-night
wedding
fool
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William Shakespeare |
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6c04dc7
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Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
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William Shakespeare |
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When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. (Ophelia)
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William Shakespeare |
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fd759f8
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Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
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custom
tradition
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William Shakespeare |
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0f9a2f5
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DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
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William Shakespeare |
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d753272
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Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
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William Shakespeare |
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48ec3b0
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Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
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pain
mercutio
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William Shakespeare |
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3008640
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Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.
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William Shakespeare |
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0176686
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O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
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William Shakespeare |
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When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, "Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your grief to your friends"(III, ii, 844-846), Hamlet responds, "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, ..
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William Shakespeare |
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Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.
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William Shakespeare |
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I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.
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William Shakespeare |
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Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: It is my love that keeps mine eye awake: Mine own true love tha..
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William Shakespeare |
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d33a99f
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Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
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William Shakespeare |
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ed8d404
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Ready to go but never to return.
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William Shakespeare |
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ff74795
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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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0884161
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This too shall pass
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William Shakespeare |
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But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.
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William Shakespeare |
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b90956e
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A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
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William Shakespeare |
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be870f3
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Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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honesty
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bea5507
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When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, ..
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William Shakespeare |
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5c25195
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Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -"
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William Shakespeare |
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84ecca5
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Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
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William Shakespeare |
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26bedbd
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Where lies your text? In Orsino's bosom. In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
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