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night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
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Hamlet, Act v, Sc.2
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A
contract of eternal bond of love confirm'd by mutual joinder of hands
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Twelfth N, Act v, Sc.1
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A
friendly eye could never see such faults
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Jul
Caesar, Act iv, Sc.3
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A
rarer spirit never did steer humanity
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Ant
& Cleo, Act v, Sc.1
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A
smile re-cures the wounding of a frown
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Venus & Adonis
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Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven
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Henry IV, Act v, Sc.4
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Age
cannot whither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety
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Ant
& Cleo, Act ii, Sc.2
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Alas,
poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!
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Venus & Adonis
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All
ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder
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Passionate Pilgrim 3
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All
that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity
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Hamlet, Act i, Sc.2
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And
God befriend us, as our cause is just
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Henry IV, Act v, Sc.1
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Be
just and fear not
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Henry VIII, Act iii, Sc.2
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Be
just and fear not
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Henry VIII, Act iii, Sc.2
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Better
three hours too soon than a minute too late
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M W
of W, Act ii, Sc.2
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Condemn
the fault, and not the actor of it?
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M
for M, Act ii, Sc.2
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Courage
and comfort, all shall yet go well
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King
John, Act ii, Sc.4
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Death
lies on her, like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the
field
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Rom
& Jul, Act iv, Sc.4
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Defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever
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M W
of W Act iii, Sc.2
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Did
my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty
till this night.
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Rom
& Jul, Act i. Sc.5
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Do
thy worst old Time; despite thy wrong, my love shall in my verse ever
live young
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Sonnet 19
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Everything that grows holds in perfection but a little moment
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Sonnet 15
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Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing
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Sonnet 87
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For
where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not,
desolation
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Henry
VI, Act iii, Sc.2
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Frailty, thy name is woman
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Hamlet
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Friendship is present in all things but love
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Much
Ado About Nothing
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Give
me thy hand, 'tis late; farewell, good night
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Rom
& Jul, Act iii, Sc.3
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God
forgive us all !
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Macbeth, Act v, Sc.1
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God
send everyone their heart's desire !
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Much
Ado, Act iii, Sc. 4
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God
shall be my hope, my stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet
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Henry VI, Act ii, Sc.3
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God,
the best maker of marriages, combine your hearts in one !
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Henry V, Act v, Sc.2
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Good
name, in man or woman, is the immediate jewel of their souls
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Othello, Act iii, Sc.3
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Good
night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good
night till it be morrow
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Rom
& Jul, Act ii, Sc.2
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Good
night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end
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Mid
N Dr, Act ii, Sc.3
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Have
more than though showest; speak less than thou knowest; lend less than
thou owest
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K
Lear, Act i, Sc.4
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Have
patience, and endure
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Much
Ado, Act iv, Sc.1
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He
jests at scars that never felt a wound
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Romeo
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He
that filches from me my good name, robs me of that which not enriches
him, but makes me poor indeed
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Othello, Act iii, Sc.3
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He
was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again
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Hamlet, Act i, Sc.2
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Heaven doth with us as we with torches do; not light them for themselves
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M.
for M, Act i, Sc.1
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Heaven hath a hand in these events |
Richard II, Act v, Sc.2
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His
life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him that Nature might
stand up and say to all the world,
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Jul.Caesar this was a man, Act v, Sc.5
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Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief
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Love's L L, Act v, Sc.2
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How
can'st thou be out of breath, when thou hast the breath to say to me
that thou art out of breath?
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Juliet
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How
hard it is for women to keep counsel !
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Jul
Caesar, Act ii, Sc.3
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How
poor are they that have not patience
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Othello, Act ii, Sc.3
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I am
not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me
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Tim
of Ath, Act i, Sc.1
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I can
express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss
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Henry VI, Act i, Sc.1
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I
can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks
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Twelfth N, Act iii, Sc.3
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I
have a kind soul that would give you thanks, and knows not how to do it,
but with tears
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King
John, Act v, Sc.7
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I
hear, yet say not much, yet hear the more
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Henry IV, Act iv, Sc.1
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I
honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep my date of life out, for his
sweet life's loss
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King
John, Act iv, Sc.3
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I
like your silence; it the more shows off your wonder
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Win
Tale, Act v, Sc.2
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I was
the more decieved... -Ophelia from Hamlet
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Shakespeare
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If I
lose mine honour, I lose myself
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Ant
& Cleo, Act iii, Sc.4
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If I
must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms
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M
for M, Act iii, Ac.1
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If
music be the food of love, play on
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Twelfth N, Act i, Sc.1
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If we
do meet again, why, we shall smile; if not, why then this parting was
well made
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Jul
Caesar, Act v, Sc.1
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Ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to
heaven
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Henry VI, Act iv, Sc7
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I'll
be as patient as a gentle stream
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Two
G of V, Act ii, Sc. 6
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I'll
note you in my book of memory
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Henry VI, Act ii, Sc.4
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In
nature there's no blemish but the mind; none can be called deform'd but
the unkind
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Twelfth N, Act iii, Sc.4
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Incapable of more, replete with you
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Sonnet 113
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It is
the mind that makes the body rich
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T of
the S, Act iv, Sc.3
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Its
not enough to speak, but to speak true
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Mid
N Dr, Act v, Sc.1
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Joy,
gentle friends ! joy, and fresh days of love accompany your hearts!
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Mid
N Dr, Act v, Sc.1
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Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love
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T of
the S, Act iv, Sc.7
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Kindness, nobler ever than revenge
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A Y
L I, Act iv, Sc.3
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Let
never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord
hath done
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Henry VI, Act ii, Sc.1
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Love
all, trust a few, do wrong to none
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All's
Well, Act i, Sc.2
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Love
all, trust a few, do wrong to none
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All's Well, Act i, Sc.1
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Love
all, trust a few, do wrong to none
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All's Well, Act i, Sc.1
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Love
comforteth like sunshine after rain
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Venus & Adonis
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Love
for thy love, and hand for hand I give
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Henry VI, Act iii, Sc.1
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Love
sought is good, but given unsought is better
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Twelfth N, Act iii, Sc.1
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Love
that well which thou must leave ere long
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Sonnet 73
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Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain
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Venus & Adonis
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Men
at some time are masters of their fate
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Jul
Caesar, Act i, Sc.2
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My
blessings go with thee
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King
John, Act iii, Sc.3
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My
endeavours have ever come too short of my desires
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Henry VIII, Act iii, Sc.2
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My
only love sprung from my only hate Too early seen unknown, and known too
late. Juliet, Romeo and Juliet
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Shakespeare
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Never
shame to hear what you have nobly done
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Coriolanus, Act ii, Sc.2
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No
more be grieved at that which thou hast done
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Sonnet 35
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Not
Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn the living record of your
memory
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Sonnet 55
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O,
beauty, till now I never knew thee!
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Henry VIII, Act i, Sc.4
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O,
flatter me, for love delights in praises
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Two
G of V, Act ii, Sc.4
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O,
how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day
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Two
G of V, Act i, Sc.3
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O,
spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
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Twelfth N, Act i, Sc.1
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O,
two such silver currents, when they join, do glorify the banks than
bound them in
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King
John, Act ii, Sc.2
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Oh !
the difference of man and man
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K
Lear, Act iv, Sc.2
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Oh !
you gods, why do you make us love your goodly gifts, and snatch them
straight away ?
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Pericles, Act iii, Sc. 1
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Oh, i
am slain!
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Polonius
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One
sorrow never comes but brings an heir
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Pericles, Act i, Sc.1
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Our
doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by
fearing to attempt
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M
for M, Act i, Sc.5
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Our
doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By
fearing to attempt
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Shakespeare
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Peace
puts forth her olive everywhere
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Henry IV, Act iv, Sc.4
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Praising what is lost, makes the remembrance dear
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All's Well, Act v, Sc.3
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Praising what is lost, makes the remembrance dear
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All's Well, Act v, Sc.3
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Pray
now, forget and forgive
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K
Lear, Act iv, Sc.7
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Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her
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T of
the S, Act i, Sc.1
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Safe
may'st thou wander, safe return again !
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Cymbeline, Act iii, Sc.5
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She
looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else
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Troilus & C, Act i, Sc. 1
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Sleep
dwell upon thy eyes, peace in thy breast
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Rom
& Jul, Act ii, Sc.2
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Sleep
seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter
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Tempest, Act ii, Sc.1
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Some
are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust
upon them
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Twelfth N, Act ii, Sc.5
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Some
innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt
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Ant
& Cleo, Act ii, Sc.5
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Still
in thy right hand carry gentle peace
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Henry VIII, Act iii, Sc.2
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Sweet, above thought I love thee
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Troilus & C, Act iii, Sc.1
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Sweets to the sweet; farewell !
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Hamlet, Act v, Sc.1
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Take
honour from me, and my life is done
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Richard II, Act i, Sc.1
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The
abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power
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Jul.
Caesar, Act ii, Sc.1
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The
course of true love never did run smooth
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Mid
N Dr, Act i, Sc.1
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The
elements be kind to thee, and make thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee
well !
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Ant
& Cleo, Act iii, Sc.2
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The
end crowns all, and that old common arbitrator, time, will one day end
it
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Troilus & C, Act iv, Sc.5
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The
good I stand on is my truth and honesty
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Henry VIII, Act v, Sc.1
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The
private wound is deepest
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Two
G of V, Act v, Sc.4
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The
purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation
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Richard II, Act i, Sc.i
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The
silence often, of pure innocence persuades, when speaking fails
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Win
Tale, Act ii, Sc.2
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There
was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently
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Much
Ado, Act v, Sc.1
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They
do not love that do not show their love
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Two
G of V, Act i, Sc.2
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They
that have the power to hurt, and will do none; they rightly do inherit
heaven's graces
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Sonnet 94
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They
that thrive well take counsel of their friends
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Venus & Adonis
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Things must be as they may
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Henry V, Act ii. Sc.1
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This
is the very ecstasy of love
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Hamlet, Act ii, Sc.1
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Thou
art as wise as thou art beautiful
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Mid
N Dr, Act iii, Sc.1
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Thus
we play the fools with time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the
clouds and mock us
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Henry IV, Act ii, Sc.2
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Thy
eternal summer shall not fade
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Sonnet 18
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Thy
glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, thy dial how thy precious
minutes waste
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Sonnet 77
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'Tis
better to be brief than tedious
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Richard III, Act i, Sc.4
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'Tis
good to be sad and say nothing
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A Y
L I, Act iv, Sc. 1
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'Tis
time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss
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Pericles, Act i, Sc.2
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To
expostulate why day is day, night night, and time is time, were nothing
but to waste night, day, and time
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Hamlet, Act ii, Sc.2
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To
thee I do commend my watchful soul, ere I let fall the windows of mine
eyes; sleeping and waking, O, defend me still
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Richd III, Act v, Sc.3
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To
thine own self be true; and it must follow, as the night the day, thou
can'st not then be false to any man
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Hamlet, Act i, Sc.3
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from
day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time
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Macbeth, Act v, Sc.5
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Truth
loves open dealing
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Henry VIII, Act iii, Sc.1
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Upon
thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love
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King
John, Act ii, Sc.1
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We,
ignorant of ourselves, beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
deny us for our good
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Ant
& Cleo, Act ii, Sc.1
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What
an ass am I!
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Hamlet
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What
is best, that best I wish in thee
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Troilus & C, Act ii, Sc.2
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What
is decreed must be
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Twelfth N, Act i, Sc.5
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What
wound did ever heal but by degrees ?
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Othello, Act ii, Sc.3
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When
sorrow comes, they come not single spies, but in battalions
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Hamlet, Act iv, Sc.5
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When
to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of
things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought
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Sonnet 30
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When
to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of
things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought
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Sonnet 30
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When
you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave
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Much
Ado, Act i, Sc.1
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When
you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave
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Much
Ado, Act i, Sc.1
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Where
is truth if there is no self-trust?
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Rape
of Lucrece
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Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, his honour and greatness
of his name shall be
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Henry VIII, Act v, Sc.4
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Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, his honour and greatness
of his name shall be
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Henry VIII, Act v, Sc.4
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Who
can control his fate?
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Othello, Act v, Sc.2
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Wisely and slow; they stumble who run fast
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Rom
& Jul, Act ii, Sc.3
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Withold thine indignation, mighty heaven, and tempt us not to bear above
our power
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King
John, Act v, Sc.6
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Woman
will love her, that she is a woman more worth than any man; men, that
she is the rarest of all women
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Win
Tale, Act v, Sc.1
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Women
may fall when there's no strength in men
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Rom
& Jul, Act ii, Sc.3
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Words
without thoughts never to heaven go
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Hamlet, Act iii, Sc.3
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Yet
hath my night of life some memory, my wasting lamps some fading glimmer
left
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Comedy of E, Act v, Sc.1
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Your
monument shall be my gentle verse, which eyes not yet created shall o'er
read
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Sonnet 81
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And
all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out,
brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts
and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a
tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing
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Shakespeare
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By me
sad hours seem long...
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Romeo
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It is
a heretic which builds a fire, not she who burns in't
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Shakespeare
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My
words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to
heaven go
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Shakespeare
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the
miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
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Shakespeare
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Tis
not so deep as a well, nor wide as a church door, but mind you tis
enough. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man
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Shakespeare
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This
above all; to thine own self be true.
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Hamlet - Polonius
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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Hamlet - Marcellus
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Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
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Hamlet - Hamlet
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The
lady doth protest too much, methinks.
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Hamlet - Gertrude
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, that are dreamt of
in your philosophy.
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Hamlet - Hamlet
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
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Hamlet - Polonius
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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Hamlet - Polonius
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
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Julius Caesar - Marc Antony
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Cry
"havoc" and let slip the dogs of war.
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Julius Caesar - Marc Antony
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Et
tu, Brute?
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Julius Caesar - Caesar
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It
was Greek to me.
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Julius Caesar - -Casca
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A
horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!
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Richard III - Richard
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Now
is the winter of our discontent made glorious.
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Richard III - Richard
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Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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Henry IV - -Henry
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The
better part of valor is discretion.
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Henry IV -Falstaff
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Once
more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!
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Henry V-Henry
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We
few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
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Henry V-Henry
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Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
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Romeo and Juliet-Juliet
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That
which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet.
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Romeo and Juliet--Juliet
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A
plague o' both your houses!
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Romeo and Juliet-Mercutio
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