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The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
---W.B. Yeats
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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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.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
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These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep.
----William Shakespeare
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See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Like madness is the glory of this life.
---Shakespeare, Timon of Athens
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Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
William Shakespeare, The Sonnets
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There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
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This thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
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If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Give me a case to put my visage in:
A visor for a visor! what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities?
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
William Shakespeare
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The Devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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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.
William Shakespeare, Othello
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Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream
---William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
William Shakespeare, Henry VIII
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You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
William Shakespeare, Othello
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Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.
---William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim
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I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of the work.
---William Butler Yeats
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I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.
--Alfred Lord Tennyson
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THOUGH you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time's bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
---William Butler Yeats
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How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life!
---Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ulysses
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
---William Butler Yeats
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Forgive my grief for one removed
Thy creature whom I found so fair
I trust he lives in Thee and there
I find him worthier to be loved.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
Oh, when may it suffice?
---William Butler Yeats
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O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
---W.B. Yeats
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
Lord Tennyson Alfred
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