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If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Twelfth Night, Act I, sc. 1
To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind of a man after his studies or his usual pain?
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Taming of the Shrew, Act III, sc. 1
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet LVI
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Tempest, Act V, sc. 1
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet XVIII
That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet LXXIII
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Richard III, Act I, sc. I
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper sprinkle cool patience.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Hamlet, Act III, sc. 4
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unus'd.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Hamlet, Act IV, sc. 4
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Othello, Act III, sc. 3
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