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It must be so, for miracles are ceased
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.
Topic: Miracles
Source: The Life of King Henry the Fifth (Canterbury at I, i)
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Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor friend of mine.
Topic: Misers
Source: King Henry the Sixth, Part I (Pucelle at V, iv)
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Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair,
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
Topic: Misery
Source: The Comedy of Errors (Lady Abbess at V, i)
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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 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: Misery
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Romeo at V, i)
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Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Topic: Misery
Source: The Tempest (Trinculo at II, i)
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No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
Topic: Misery
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Gaunt at II, i)
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The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
Topic: Misery
Source: None
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The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
Topic: Misfortune
Source: King Lear (Edgar at IV, i)
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Such a house broke?
So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm
And go along with him?
Topic: Misfortune
Source: The Life of Timon of Athens (First Servant at IV, ii)
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Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there?
Topic: Modesty
Source: Measure for Measure (Angelo at II, ii)
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I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Topic: Modesty
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Juliet at IV, ii)
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Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.--
This grave shall have a living monument.
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then in patience our proceeding be.
Topic: Monuments
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Claudius, King of Denmark at V, i)
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That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet within a month--
Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body
Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she--
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
Topic: Motherhood
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at I, ii)
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
Topic: Motherhood
Source: The Life of King Henry the Fifth (King Henry at IV, vi)
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That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.
Topic: Mountains
Source: Pericles Prince of Tyre (Dionyza at I, iv)
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The mountain was in labour, and Jove was afraid, but it brought
forth a mouse.
Topic: Mountains
Source: Pericles Prince of Tyre (Dionyza at I, iv)
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Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Topic: Murder
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Ghost at I, v)
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For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Topic: Murder
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at II, ii)
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'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
Topic: Murder
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at III, iii)
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No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
Topic: Murder
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Claudius, King of Denmark at IV, vii)
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Topic: Murder
Source: Julius Caesar (Antony at III, i)
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Topic: Murder
Source: Macbeth (Macbeth at II, ii)
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Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
Topic: Murder
Source: Macbeth (Macbeth at III, iv)
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Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?
Topic: Murder
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (Clarence at I, iv)
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Topic: Name
Source: None
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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.
Topic: Nature
Source: None
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Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
Topic: Necessity
Source: The History of Troilus and Cressida (Patroclus at III, iii)
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Now we sit close about this taper here
And call in question our necessities.
Topic: Necessity
Source: Julius Caesar (Brutus at IV, iii)
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No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
To wage against the emnity o' th' air,
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,
Necessity's sharp pinch.
Topic: Necessity
Source: King Lear (King Lear at II, iv)
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The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
Topic: Necessity
Source: None
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Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: he's friends with Caesar,
In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free.
Topic: News
Source: Antony and Cleopatra (Cleopatra at II, v)
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Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
Topic: News
Source: Antony and Cleopatra (Cleopatra at II, V)
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Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.
Topic: News
Source: Antony and Cleopatra (Cleopatra at II, v)
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(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young.
(Rosalind:) Then shall we be news-crammed.
Topic: News
Source: As You Like It (Celia & Rosalind at I, ii)
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If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.
Topic: News
Source: Cymbeline (Imogen at III, iv)
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There's villainous news abroad.
Topic: News
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Falstaff at II, iv)
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Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Rememb'red tolling a departing friend.
Topic: News
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part II (Northumberland at I, i)
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(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
(Falstaff:) I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this
world.
Topic: News
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part II (Pistol & Falstaff at V, iii)
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Ten day ago I drowned these news in tears;
And now, to add more measure to your woes,
I come to tell you things sith then befallen.
Topic: News
Source: King Henry the Sixth, Part III (Warwick at II, i)
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O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Topic: News
Source: The Life and Death of King John (Hubert at V, vi)
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My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be uttered,
And then all this thou seest is but a clod
And module of confounded royalty.
Topic: News
Source: The Life and Death of King John (King John at V, vii)
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Master, master, old news! And such news as you never heard of!
Topic: News
Source: The Taming of the Shrew (Biondello at III, ii)
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How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like
an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion.
Topic: News
Source: The Winter's Tale (Second Gentleman at V, ii)
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The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended; and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many thing by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection!
Topic: Nightingales
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Portia at V, i)
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His nature is too noble for the world.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder.
Topic: Nobility
Source: Coriolanus (Menenius at III, i)
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This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
Topic: Nobility
Source: Julius Caesar (Antony at V, v)
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Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Topic: Nothing
Source: None
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Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers
As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude,
Where every something being blent together
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy
Expressed and not expressed.
Topic: Nothingness
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Bassanio at III, ii)
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The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Topic: Occupations
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at V, i)
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I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Topic: Oracle
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Gratiano at I, i)
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