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68c712d
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But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
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William Shakespeare |
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7abbb59
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I am not bound to please thee with my answers.
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William Shakespeare |
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4fa434b
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!
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William Shakespeare |
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ba6f17f
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I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
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William Shakespeare |
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8d5e261
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
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influence
giant
persona
poetry
colossus
dishonor
grave
julius-caesar
petty
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William Shakespeare |
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166e120
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My soul is in the sky.
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literature
wisdom
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William Shakespeare |
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6721215
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See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
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love
glove
hand-in-glove
longing
touch
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William Shakespeare |
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910c83d
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When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
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fools
newborn
stage
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William Shakespeare |
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3dcc72c
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Sweets to the sweet.
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shakespeare
love
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William Shakespeare |
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d90e251
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Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
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shakespeare
literature
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William Shakespeare |
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848269a
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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
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jealousy
mockery
vices
monsters
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William Shakespeare |
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e3fad0c
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If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
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William Shakespeare |
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2e79628
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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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8f2800e
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
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William Shakespeare |
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35b16d9
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These violent delights have violent ends.
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wisdom
suddenness
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William Shakespeare |
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00ce3bd
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If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if..
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make-amends
puck
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William Shakespeare |
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a671b5c
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
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religious
fundamentalists
zealots
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William Shakespeare |
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a5312a5
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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
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William Shakespeare |
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9d285de
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Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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139295b
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Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Act II
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marriage
men
women
wisdom
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William Shakespeare |
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7302044
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Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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0381fc7
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So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
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youth
wisdom
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William Shakespeare |
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0aaf91f
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For she had eyes and chose me.
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looks
love-story
lovers
love
eyes
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William Shakespeare |
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9c9b2de
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Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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William Shakespeare |
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2cc9836
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If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?". - (Act III, scene I)."
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equality
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William Shakespeare |
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e9cd2c2
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All's well that ends well.
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William Shakespeare |
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d1b1464
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Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
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poetry
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William Shakespeare |
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f197a03
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What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
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man
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William Shakespeare |
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917e6f8
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He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
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William Shakespeare |
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14380a5
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I defy you, stars.
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William Shakespeare |
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c39c9c9
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I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
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kindness
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William Shakespeare |
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2d8021b
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Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
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William Shakespeare |
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9572109
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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; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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William Shakespeare |
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927405a
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyeb..
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mankind
theatre
world
poetry
humanity
life
roles
stage
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William Shakespeare |
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41fd9a1
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For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
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William Shakespeare |
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f7974bb
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If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
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William Shakespeare |
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42e59a1
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Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
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words
library
literature
reading
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William Shakespeare |
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f8e6061
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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
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nature
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William Shakespeare |
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de5c2b8
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Words, words, words.
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William Shakespeare |
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e80946c
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Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
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war
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William Shakespeare |
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4ae17cc
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
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William Shakespeare |
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f9ed108
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Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.
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William Shakespeare |
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4bb3598
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I g..
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poetry
love
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William Shakespeare |
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7905bbc
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When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
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William Shakespeare |