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8ce73f8
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Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
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rage
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William Shakespeare |
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69c5d71
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O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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kiss
love
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William Shakespeare |
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5c91a2c
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There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)
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William Shakespeare |
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ce25490
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I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
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love
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William Shakespeare |
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f6cc0f4
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Exit, pursued by a bear.
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surrealism
theater
legend
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William Shakespeare |
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2e4db0c
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A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.
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winter
tale
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William Shakespeare |
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8470b65
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O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
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irony
wonder
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William Shakespeare |
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2cf1da4
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There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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William Shakespeare |
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9cce6ab
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Oh, I am fortune's fool!
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fate
fortune
luck
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William Shakespeare |
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cfa28df
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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
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William Shakespeare |
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3a17bab
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If music be the food of love, play on.
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music
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William Shakespeare |
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f8db787
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He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
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poetry
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William Shakespeare |
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f9da03e
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False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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William Shakespeare |
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e2ed34f
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
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lovers
reason
imagination
madmen
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William Shakespeare |
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486af30
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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William Shakespeare |
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0aa958d
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones, So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it ... Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all; all h..
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mark-antony
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William Shakespeare |
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043e90f
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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William Shakespeare |
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db7bfea
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Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo
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William Shakespeare |
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ca8ed1c
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I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
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wine
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William Shakespeare |
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136b4b9
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So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
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jealousy
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William Shakespeare |
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f451863
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Of all the wonders that I have heard
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death
inspirational
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William Shakespeare |
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88914f7
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Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
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insult
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William Shakespeare |
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5fe1d54
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A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.
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William Shakespeare |
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d40099d
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Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
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William Shakespeare |
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f377af7
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Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
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shakespeare
henry-v
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William Shakespeare |
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82eccbc
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in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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William Shakespeare |
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818ccee
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Of all the wonders that I have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. (Act II, Scene 2)
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inspirational
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William Shakespeare |
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f2a83d8
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My only love sprung from my only hate.
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love
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William Shakespeare |
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fde7d36
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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
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William Shakespeare |
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49800f4
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You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
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William Shakespeare |
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d3b4ab0
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Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
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William Shakespeare |
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0e821be
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Beware the ides of March.
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warning
foreshadowing
julius-ceasar
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William Shakespeare |
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e67e09b
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Love is a smoke made 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. *Here's what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover's eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It's a wi..
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William Shakespeare |
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884f454
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I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
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William Shakespeare |
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479217e
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All the world's a stage.
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theatre
universe
world
humanity
philosophy
stage
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William Shakespeare |
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097dda5
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O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
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insomniac
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William Shakespeare |
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a51d53a
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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
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William Shakespeare |
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d6ea145
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I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
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man
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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2640bed
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And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
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William Shakespeare |
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50aee32
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Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
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William Shakespeare |
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bc6f7b1
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As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.
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insignificance
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William Shakespeare |
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f22b870
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Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.
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madness
love
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William Shakespeare |
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5eb593e
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To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
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William Shakespeare |
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e808394
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Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
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witches
first-lines
opening-lines
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |