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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
----Maya Angelou
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)
William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
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My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
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The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
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That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright;
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
---Lord Tennyson, Alfred
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Oh, I am fortune's fool!
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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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!
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it.
---WB Yeats
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And was the day of my delight
As pure and perfect as I say?
Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I have led her home, my love, my
only friend.
There is none like her, none,
And never yet so warmly ran my
blood,
And sweetly, on and on
Calming itself to the long-wished for
end,
Full to the banks, close on the prom-
ised good.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
---William Butler Yeats
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
---WB Yeats
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Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I carry the Sun in a Golden Cup, the Moon in a Silver Bag.
---William Butler Yeats
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
---Tennyson
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Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.
---William Blake
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
---W.B. Yeats
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I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams.
---William Butler Yeats
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Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all.
---William Butler Yeats
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
---William Blake
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
---William Butler Yeats
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There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find
---William Blake
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
---William Butler Yeats
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
----William Wordsworth
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I give you the end of a golden string,
Only wind it into a ball,
It will lead you in at Heaven's gate
Built in Jerusalem's wall.
---William Blake
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The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
----William Blake
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Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
---William Blake
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A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
---William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience
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