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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
---William Butler Yeats
I grow old … I grow old …I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind?
Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
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I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
T.S. Eliot
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FAUSTUS: Where are you damn’d?
MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell.
FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell?
MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The crying and the shouting
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
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Shall we ever meet again?
And who will meet again?
Meeting is for strangers.
Meeting is for those who do not know each other.
T.S. Eliot, The Family Reunion
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The ides of March are come.*
Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
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Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
T.S. Eliot
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I count religion but a childish toy
And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta
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We ask only to be reassured
About the noises in the cellar
And the window that should not have been open
T.S. Eliot, The Family Reunion
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The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
William Shakespeare, King Lear
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Philosophy is odious and obscure;
Both law and physic are for petty wits;
Divinity is basest of the three,
Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile.
'Tis magic, magic that hath ravished me.
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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But man, proud man,
Dress'd in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—
His glassy essence—like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
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Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale;
And when we whisper, then the stars fall down
To be partakers of our honey talk.
(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)
Marlowe Christopher
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If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,
And now and then stab as occasion serves.
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
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Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,
I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood
Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's,
Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.
Christopher Marlowe
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Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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Faustus: «Come, I think hell’s a fable».
Mephistopheles: «Ay, think so still, until experience change thy mind».
---Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
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The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
William Shakespeare
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Love moderately. Long love doth so.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
---William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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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.
William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus
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Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
William Shakespeare, King Lear
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What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord?
Hamlet: Between who?
Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
William Shakespeare
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Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong
Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
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Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
-----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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*Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet."
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?
---W. B. Yeats
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I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
---William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make love known?
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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So I find every pleasant spot
In which we two were wont to meet,
The field, the chamber, and the street,
For all is dark where thou art not
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night...
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
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