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30e58e2
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here;
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William Shakespeare |
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5341494
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And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.
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William Shakespeare |
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189d56f
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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
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William Shakespeare |
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f9c69e6
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Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
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William Shakespeare |
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309a916
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Love is not love which alters it when 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 wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom..
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romantic
love
constancy
poetic
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William Shakespeare |
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86cd77c
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This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrustin..
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William Shakespeare |
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22da6ae
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Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
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William Shakespeare |
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ad6f264
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Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
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William Shakespeare |
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e946d6d
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For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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William Shakespeare |
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e99ba16
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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
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shakespeare
good-name
standing
libel
reputation
slander
value
society
theft
values
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William Shakespeare |
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974c816
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Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
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humor
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William Shakespeare |
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f67182f
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A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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inspirational
terminology
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William Shakespeare |
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92f5b09
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Thought is free.
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freedom-of-thought
thought
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William Shakespeare |
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768e063
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But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
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William Shakespeare |
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3090c7f
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So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
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William Shakespeare |
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f99326a
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This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
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William Shakespeare |
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849f268
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Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,-- For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
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shakespeare
witches
witch
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William Shakespeare |
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ecca370
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If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,
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William Shakespeare |
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027b640
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it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
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drinking
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William Shakespeare |
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9999af0
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Thou art a very ragged Wart.
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shakespeare
henry-iv
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William Shakespeare |
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5b572d4
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.
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William Shakespeare |
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d3f589b
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You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
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William Shakespeare |
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2b758d8
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Out, damned spot! out, I say!
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William Shakespeare |
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0e0f718
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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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poetry
sonnet-xxix
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William Shakespeare |
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54e175a
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O, brave new world that has such people in't!
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William Shakespeare |
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c243475
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Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow...a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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book-title
life
inspirational
tragic
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William Shakespeare |
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a0f0509
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When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
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William Shakespeare |
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6a50003
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To be or not to be that is the question.
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races
will-to-power
the-merchant-of-venice
race
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William Shakespeare |
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39e0742
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His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
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inspirational-quotes
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William Shakespeare |
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23e229d
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Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.
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William Shakespeare |
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7fc15b5
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Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.
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yo-mamma-jokes
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William Shakespeare |
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46f4be3
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My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
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William Shakespeare |
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2b116e5
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Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
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William Shakespeare |
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bb9a17e
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I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.
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drinking
brain
thief
stealing
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William Shakespeare |
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ddc0a99
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For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scen..
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William Shakespeare |
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76167ec
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April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)
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spring
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William Shakespeare |
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7d31dfc
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What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
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greed
fleeting-possession
gain
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William Shakespeare |
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b5c5d74
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Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
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William Shakespeare |
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f0d67ff
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Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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romance
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William Shakespeare |
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31a7309
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
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rage
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William Shakespeare |
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e83a06f
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I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
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William Shakespeare |
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4f3ffbb
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What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
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theatre
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William Shakespeare |
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fb75943
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A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.
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William Shakespeare |
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7987665
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Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt thou the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love
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love
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William Shakespeare |