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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Topic: May
Source: Sonnet XVIII
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More matter for a May morning.
Topic: May
Source: Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Fabian at III, iv)
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Who worse than a physician
Would this report become? But I consider
By med'cine life may be prolonged, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
Topic: Medicine
Source: Cymbeline (Cymbeline at V, iv)
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I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood so cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
Topic: Medicine
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Laertes at IV, vii)
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In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well.
Topic: Medicine
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part II (Northumberland at I, i)
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Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just.
Topic: Medicine
Source: King Lear (King Lear at III, iv)
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'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
Topic: Medicine
Source: The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Sandys at I, iii)
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But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.
Topic: Medicine
Source: The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Chamberlain at III, ii)
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Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.
Topic: Medicine
Source: The Life of Timon of Athens (Timon at IV, iii)
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(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
(Macbeth:) Cure her of that!
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
(Doctor:) Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
(Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!
Topic: Medicine
Source: Macbeth (Macbeth & Doctor at V, iii)
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In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismayed away.
Topic: Medicine
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Jessica at V, i)
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I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples. Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
Topic: Medicine
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Romeo at V, i)
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You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
Topic: Medicine
Source: The Tempest (Gonzalo at II, i)
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When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
Topic: Medicine
Source: The Two Gentlemen of Verona (Proteus at II, iv)
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By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
Topic: Medicine
Source: None
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But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Topic: Meditation
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Oberon at II, i)
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He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow or next day:
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation,
And in no worldly suits would he be moved
To draw him from his holy exercise.
Topic: Meditation
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (Catesby at III, vii)
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But now will canker sorrow eat my bud
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,
And so he'll die; and rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him.
Topic: Meeting
Source: The Life and Death of King John (Constance at III, iv)
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When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Topic: Meeting
Source: Macbeth (First Witch at I, i)
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Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offense?
Topic: Mercy
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Claudius, King of Denmark at III, iii)
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Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Topic: Mercy
Source: King Henry the Sixth, Part III (Plantagenet, Duke of York at I, iv)
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The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
Topic: Mercy
Source: The Life of King Henry the Fifth (King Henry at II, ii)
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Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Topic: Mercy
Source: Measure for Measure (Escalus at II, i)
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The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this scept'red sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself,
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice.
Topic: Mercy
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Portia at IV, i)
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We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
Topic: Mercy
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Portia at IV, i)
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Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Topic: Mercy
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Escalus, Prince of Verona at III, i)
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Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Topic: Mercy
Source: None
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Topic: Mercy
Source: None
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Topic: Merit
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at III, i)
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Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propped by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor called upon
For high feats done to th' crown, neither allied
To eminent assistants, but spiderlike
Out of his self-drawing web, 'a gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way,
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next to the king.
Topic: Merit
Source: The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Norfolk at I, i)
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Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Topic: Merit
Source: None
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What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at III, ii)
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Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good
fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have
a play extempore.
Topic: Merriment
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Falstaff at II, iv)
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And if you can be merry then, I'll say
A man may weep upon his wedding day.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Speaker at prologue)
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We never valued this poor seat of England,
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous license; as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Life of King Henry the Fifth (King Henry at I, ii)
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So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock
And set mine eyes at flow.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Life of Timon of Athens (Steward at II, ii)
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Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Rosaline at II, i)
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To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at V, ii)
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Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Macbeth (Macbeth at III, iv)
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Gratiano at I, i)
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For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there
live we as merry as the day is long.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Much Ado About Nothing (Beatrice at II, i)
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(Pedro:) In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
(Beatrice:) Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the
windy side of care.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Much Ado About Nothing (Pedro & Beatrice at II, i)
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(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour.
(Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Much Ado About Nothing (Pedro & Beatrice at II, i)
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I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
Topic: Merriment
Source: Othello the Moor of Venice (Desdemona at II, i)
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Therefore they thought it good for hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Taming of the Shrew (Messenger at induction, ii)
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Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Tempest (Ariel at V, i)
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Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Winter's Tale (Song at IV, iii)
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Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
Topic: Merriment
Source: The Winter's Tale (Florizel at IV, iv)
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The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
Topic: Midnight
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Theseus at V, i)
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So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
From simple sources, and great seas have dried
When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
Topic: Miracles
Source: All's Well That Ends Well (Helena at II, i)
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