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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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I am a man more sinned against than sinning
William Shakespeare, King Lear
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Never, oh! never, nothing will die;
The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson