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The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
William Shakespeare
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
William Shakespeare
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We see which way the stream of time doth run.
William Shakespeare
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When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?
William Shakespeare
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My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
William Shakespeare
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Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
William Shakespeare
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Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
William Shakespeare
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I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI)
William Shakespeare
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For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
William Shakespeare
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Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
William Shakespeare
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The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
William Shakespeare
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One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
William Shakespeare
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Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.
William Shakespeare
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Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
William Shakespeare
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If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
William Shakespeare
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A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
William Shakespeare
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Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
William Shakespeare
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Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
William Shakespeare
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Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
William Shakespeare
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This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.
William Shakespeare
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The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
William Shakespeare
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Heaven give you many, many merry days.
William Shakespeare
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The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
William Shakespeare
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I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
William Shakespeare
