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what ho, apothecary!
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romeo-and-juliet
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
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William Shakespeare |
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ce23e71
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There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
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William Shakespeare |
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b7915e9
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But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.
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William Shakespeare |
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5d9ea9e
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But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time's fool, And Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
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time
hotspur
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William Shakespeare |
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e36a28e
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O, it is excellent To have a giant's strenght, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
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William Shakespeare |
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939f08b
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Brabantio: "You are a villain!" Iago: "You are a senator!"
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William Shakespeare |
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5a9c5a0
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What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...
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sleep
the-tempest
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William Shakespeare |
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a4076fa
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But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
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William Shakespeare |
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c4e8154
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When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner
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meekness
persuasion
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William Shakespeare |
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8177f34
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a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
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William Shakespeare |
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b2121e9
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Away and mark the time with fairest show, False face must hide what false heart doth know.
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William Shakespeare |
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4dbd6dc
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If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...
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marriage
self-determination
independence
freedom
empowerment
happiness
blessings
matrimony
husbands
singles
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William Shakespeare |
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4ba4822
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Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world; now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
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William Shakespeare |
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4970c15
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And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother
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William Shakespeare |
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92c1867
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Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
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drinking
merriment
unkindness
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William Shakespeare |
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b8d7835
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O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
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William Shakespeare |
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baa3d7f
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But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
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William Shakespeare |
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3f481a9
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What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red." "My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended."
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William Shakespeare |
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9f0ac60
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Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated
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William Shakespeare |
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633daa3
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She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
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William Shakespeare |
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1998f28
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Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out! Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.
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William Shakespeare |
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9618511
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For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
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hamlet
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William Shakespeare |
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245e2f3
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HAMLET [...] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. CLAUDIUS Alas, alas. HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. CLAUDIUS What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a begg..
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dining
polonius
social-classes
king
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William Shakespeare |
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dc049a4
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I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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William Shakespeare |
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255940d
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The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.
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William Shakespeare |
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6223fb6
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O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die
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William Shakespeare |
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4359fe7
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There's daggers in men's smiles
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William Shakespeare |
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4388225
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Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
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sleep
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William Shakespeare |
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7eb0a6c
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The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.
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beauty
beauty-in-literature
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William Shakespeare |
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295abe4
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La union de dos almas sinceras no admite impedimentos. No es amor el amor que se transforma con el cambio, o se aleja con la distancia. !Oh, no! Es un faro siempre firme, que desafia a las tempestades sin estremecerse. Es la estrella para el navio a la deriva, de valor incalculable, aunque se mida su altura. No es amor bufon del tiempo, aunque los rosados labios y mejillas caigan bajo el golpe de su guadana. El amor no se altera con sus bre..
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William Shakespeare |
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9c55c5c
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
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William Shakespeare |
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a8ef5de
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Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.-- Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
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William Shakespeare |
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I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of..
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William Shakespeare |
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9d79782
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Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
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William Shakespeare |
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49242d0
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This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
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grief
life
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William Shakespeare |
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ec7c0e1
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What light through yonder window breaks?
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William Shakespeare |
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94b6818
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O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.
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William Shakespeare |
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d7e44fb
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O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena"
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William Shakespeare |
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51505a7
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So many horrid Ghosts.
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William Shakespeare |
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824e5c1
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Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.
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William Shakespeare |
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d48e25a
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st 'f`lhm fqbHt blns Znwnhm.
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William Shakespeare |
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7054189
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ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
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money
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William Shakespeare |
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5d7500b
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There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
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money
murder
greed
poison
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