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The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
---John Milton

Something still buzzeth in mine ears
And tells me if I sleep I never wake;
This fear is that which makes me tremble thus.
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II

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O time, thou must untangle this, not I.
It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

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The god thou serv'st is thine own appetite
Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus

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Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
William Shakespeare, Richard III

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The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv'd, When he arrived last upon the 1 stage, Have made our poet pen his Second Part, Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp, And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs 2 down. But what became of fair
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great - Part 2

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O time, thou must untangle this, not I.
It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

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I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
--+William Shakespeare

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Out of her favour, where I am in love.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
William Shakespeare, Macbeth

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Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet

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Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
---Alfred Tennyson

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Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

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Of all the wonders that I have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
(Act II, Scene 2)
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

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Make death proud to take us.
William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

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Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea.
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
Alfred Tennyson

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Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest
William Shakespeare

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I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

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Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.
William Shakespeare, The Complete Works

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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
---Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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I spit into the face of Time
That has transfigured me.
--Yeats. W. B.

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Life is brief but love is LONG .
Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Princess

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I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Verse XXVII
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield
---William Butler Yeats

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Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die
Lord Tennyson Alfred

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The prince's robes and beggar's rags,
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent,
Beats all the lies you can invent
---William Blake

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No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
---W.B. Yeats

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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life!
Tennyson, Alfred

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Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
---William Blake

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If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
---William Butler Yeats

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Man was made for joy and woe
Then when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul to bind.
----William Blake

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Do what you will, this life's a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction.
---William Blake

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If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise
---William Blake

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What the hammer? What the Chains?
In what furnace was thy brain?
Where the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
---William Blake, The Tyger

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Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is pass'd away.
---William Wordsworth

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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
---William Blake

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For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.
---William Blake

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I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
-----William Wordsworth

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He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
---William Blake

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
---+Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

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Beauty is truth, truth beauty that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
----John Keats

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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
----Lord Byron

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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...
---William Wordsworth

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I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance.
-----Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.
---William Blake

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And man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
-----Robert Burns

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How can a bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
----William Blake

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Praises of the unworthy are felt by ardent minds as robberies of the deserving.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Biographia Literaria

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The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
---William Blake

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