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life is first boredom, then fear.
whether or not we use it, it goes,
and leaves what something hidden from us chose,
and age, and then the only end of age.
---Philip Larkin
The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence
can never retract.
by this, and only this, we have existed.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Live still, my love, and so conserve my life,
Or, dying, be the author of my death.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great Part II
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The journey not the arrival matters.
T.S. Eliot
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Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream
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Or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
T S Eliot, Four Quartets
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The sight of London to my exiled eyes
Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
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And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?
T.S. Eliot.
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For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
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To be a king, is half to be a god.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
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If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Things past recovery
Are hardly cur'd with exclamations.
Be silent, daughter; sufferance breeds ease,
And time may yield us an occasion,
Which on the sudden cannot serve the turn.
Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta
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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.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, shall with their goat feet dance the antic hay.
Christopher Marlowe
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If there is a good will, there is great way.
William Shakespeare
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Love always makes those eloquent that have it.
---From "Hero and Leander, Sestiad II
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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. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Hell and confusion light upon their heads.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great Part II
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As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
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Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
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All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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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.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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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.
---William Shakespeare, Henry V
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceived, my substance is not here;
William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 1
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Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.
---William Butler Yeats
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And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
William Shakespeare, Othello
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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?
William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.
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Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
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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.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
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We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love
---W. B. Yeats
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
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WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
---W.B. Yeats
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Time drops in decay
Like a candle burnt out.
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
But, kindly old rout
Of the fire-born moods,
You pass not away.
----W.B. Yeats
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Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death.
---William Blake
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Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.
---W. B. Yeats
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Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.
----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,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
---William Butler Yeats
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The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
----William Blake
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He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
---William Blake
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Imitation is criticism.
---William Blake
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As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.
---William Blake
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The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
----William Blake
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How does the meadow-flower its bloom
unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom
bold.
----Wordsworth
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Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
----William Blake
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