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c33dc25
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
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grief
sorrow
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William Shakespeare |
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aa3412f
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Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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hopelessness
futility
life
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William Shakespeare |
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8220428
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Listen to many, speak to a few.
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William Shakespeare |
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6d1b6a0
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Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
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mourning
words
grief
loss
sorrow
sadness
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William Shakespeare |
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923624d
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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
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poetry
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William Shakespeare |
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26848bf
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The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.
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William Shakespeare |
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14c7e91
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They do not love that do not show their love.
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William Shakespeare |
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ba3d8ac
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Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.
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moon
romeo-nad-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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24532c9
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One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
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William Shakespeare |
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50a9100
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Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
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William Shakespeare |
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29668f7
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How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
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light
world
humanity
goodness
life
inspirational
good-deeds
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William Shakespeare |
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8ce9b71
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Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
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William Shakespeare |
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f946018
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Presume not that I am the thing I was.
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William Shakespeare |
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cdc7889
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
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imagination
psychology
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William Shakespeare |
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a8d8881
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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murder
classic
wit
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William Shakespeare |
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01a30c4
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I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
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William Shakespeare |
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d9478a3
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Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
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William Shakespeare |
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82e0eec
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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken." "
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poetry
sacrifice
love
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William Shakespeare |
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33bdd99
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I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
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marriage
self-determination
independence
freedom
empowerment
happiness
love
courtship
husbands
singles
wooing
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William Shakespeare |
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1ed45a4
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In time we hate that which we often fear.
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hatred
hate
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William Shakespeare |
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bdaec0c
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I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If
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revenge
funny
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William Shakespeare |
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c80053b
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And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
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William Shakespeare |
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f00ad86
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Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
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William Shakespeare |
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36c6bf9
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What's done cannot be undone.
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truth
faits-accomplis
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William Shakespeare |
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0757536
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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William Shakespeare |
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818cd84
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Et tu, Brute?
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shakespeare
brutus
julius-caesar
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William Shakespeare |
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60bda43
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Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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William Shakespeare |
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3947913
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What's past is prologue.
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William Shakespeare |
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78920f8
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Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
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shakespeare
wisdom
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William Shakespeare |
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3e45173
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bod..
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lover
words
earth
poetry
reason
imagination
fantasy
love
devils
egypt
helen
lunatic
madmen
poet
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Shakespeare William Shakespeare |
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fc5afbb
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Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips t..
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William Shakespeare |
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9e0e8b4
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This above all: to thine own self be true.
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truth
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William Shakespeare |
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e29a071
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Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
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William Shakespeare |
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640b8ad
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
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William Shakespeare |
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cffc2e8
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Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is ro..
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meaning
life
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William Shakespeare |
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ceb69f9
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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
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William Shakespeare |
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c139791
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O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
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shakespeare
hate
poetry
love
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William Shakespeare |
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892e5bf
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Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
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romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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f6b4a31
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O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
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education
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William Shakespeare |
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e1ac773
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Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?
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friendship
love
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William Shakespeare |
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c1393dd
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Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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2ed50b0
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What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
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labels
names
personality
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William Shakespeare |
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91f12aa
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Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night...
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romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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eb58cce
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To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the ru..
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sleep
suicide
pain
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William Shakespeare |