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Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for
lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to
kiss.
Topic: Oratory
Source: As You Like It (Rosalind at IV, i)
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If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness:
Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;
Muffle your false love with some show of blindness:
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;
Look sweet, spear fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?
Topic: Oratory
Source: The Comedy of Errors (Luciana at III, ii)
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I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
I am no orator, as Brutus is,
But (as you know me all) a plain blunt man
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Topic: Oratory
Source: Julius Caesar (Antony at III, ii)
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The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office, and custom, in all line of order.
Topic: Order
Source: The History of Troilus and Cressida (Ulysses at I, iii)
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Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Topic: Order
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Puck at V, i)
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Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Topic: Order
Source: None
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All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
Topic: Ostriches (Estridges)
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Vernon at IV, ii)
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When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Topic: Owls
Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Winter at V, ii)
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It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Topic: Owls
Source: Macbeth (Lady Macbeth at II, ii)
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Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence--
Some to kill canters in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with reremice for their leathren wings,
To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits.
Topic: Owls
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Titania at II, ii)
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I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster; but
I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me he
shall never make me such a fool.
Topic: Oysters
Source: Much Ado About Nothing (Benedick at II, iii)
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Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek the light of truth, which truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
Topic: Pain
Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i)
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Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
Topic: Pain
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Benvolio at I, ii)
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And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Topic: Pansies
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Ophelia at IV, v)
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Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.
Topic: Pansies
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Ophelia at IV, v)
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Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Topic: Pansies
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Oberon at II, i)
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You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.
Topic: Paradoxes
Source: The Life of Timon of Athens (First Senator at III, v)
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These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.
Topic: Paradoxes
Source: Othello the Moor of Venice (Desdemona at II, i)
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If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
Topic: Parting
Source: Julius Caesar (Cassius at V, i)
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They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.
Topic: Parting
Source: Macbeth (Siward at V, viii)
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Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Topic: Parting
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Juliet at II, ii)
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Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Topic: Partridges
Source: King Henry the Sixth, Part II (Warwick at III, ii)
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Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.
Topic: Passion
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at III, ii)
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What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
Topic: Passion
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Claudius, King of Denmark at III, ii)
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O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with passion would I shake the world,
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Which scorns a modern invocation.
Topic: Passion
Source: The Life and Death of King John (Constance at III, iv)
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Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
Topic: Passion
Source: Othello the Moor of Venice (Desdemona at V, ii)
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Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Topic: Passion
Source: None
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Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Topic: Patriotism
Source: Coriolanus (Volumnia at I, iii)
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I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase,
And treasure of my loins.
Topic: Patriotism
Source: Coriolanus (Cominius at III, iii)
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Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to
all others because you were born in it.
Topic: Patriotism
Source: Coriolanus (Cominius at III, iii)
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A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Topic: Peace
Source: None
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Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.
Topic: Peacocks
Source: The Comedy of Errors (Dromio of Syracuse at IV, iii)
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Why, 'a stalks up and down like a peacock--a stride and a stand;
ruminates like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain
to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic regard,
as who should say, 'There were wit in this head an 'twould out';
and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint,
which will not show without knocking.
Topic: Peacocks
Source: The History of Troilus and Cressida (Thersites at III, iii)
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Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
Topic: Peacocks
Source: King Henry the Sixth, Part I (Pucelle at III, iii)
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Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a
goose-pen, no matter.
Topic: Pen
Source: Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Toby at III, ii)
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Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Topic: Perfection
Source: None
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Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mock'ry.
Topic: Perseverance
Source: The History of Troilus and Cressida (Ulysses at III, iii)
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But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hews down and fells the hardest-timbered oak.
Topic: Perseverance
Source: King Henry the Sixth, Part III (Messenger at II, i)
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I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
Topic: Perseverance
Source: King Lear (Gloucester at III, vii)
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Topic: Philosophy
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at I, v)
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I'll give thee armor to keep off that word;
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Topic: Philosophy
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Friar Laurence at III, iii)
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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: Pigeons
Source: As You Like It (Celia & Rosalind at I, ii)
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Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou
halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
Topic: Pigeons
Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Costard at V, i)
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This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please.
Topic: Pigeons
Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at V, ii)
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Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness married to thy stronger state
Makes with me thy strength to communicate.
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
Topic: Plants
Source: The Comedy of Errors (Adriana at II, ii)
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Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Topic: Please title this page. (envy.html)
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 bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Topic: Please title this page. (mercy.html)
Source: None
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Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Topic: Please title this page. (mercy.html)
Source: None
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Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Topic: Poison
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Romeo at V, i)
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Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
Till that the weary very means do ebb?
Topic: Pride
Source: As You Like It (Jaques at II, vii)
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