Comparison of William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis has 1194 lines, and one of them has strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 22% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 78% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.35 weak matches.
Venus and Adonis
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William Shakespeare
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Antony and Cleopatra 2.2: 173
This was but as a fly by an eagle; we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserv’d noting. [continues next]
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Antony and Cleopatra 2.2: 173
[continues previous] This was but as a fly by an eagle; we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserv’d noting.
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Troilus and Cressida 1.2: 78
But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin — [continues next]
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Troilus and Cressida 1.2: 78
[continues previous] But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin —
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Henry IV Part 2 3.2: 97
Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old, certain she’s old, and had Robin Nightwork by old Nightwork before I came to Clement’s Inn.
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Cardenio 5.2: 16
... pleasing art thou to us even in death! I love thee yet, above all women living, And shall do sev’n year hence. I can see nothing to be mended in thee But the too constant paleness of thy cheek. I‘d give the kingdom but to purchase there The breadth of a red rose in natural colour, And think it the best bargain that ever king made yet. But fate’s my hindrance, And I must only rest content with art; And that I’ll have in spite on’t. Is he come, sir?
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Winter's Tale 3.3: 62
What? Art so near? If thou’lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail’st thou, man? [continues next]
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Winter's Tale 3.3: 62
[continues previous] What? Art so near? If thou’lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail’st thou, man?
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 1.1: 113
... I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she’ll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she’s as hard as steel.
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Merry Wives of Windsor 5.5: 1
... minute draws on. Now the hot-bloodied gods assist me! Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa, love set on thy horns. O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man; in some other, a man a beast. You were also, Jupiter, a swan for the love of Leda. O omnipotent love, how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose! A fault done first in the form of a beast (O Jove, a beastly fault!) [continues next]
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Merry Wives of Windsor 5.5: 1
[continues previous] ... Now the hot-bloodied gods assist me! Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa, love set on thy horns. O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man; in some other, a man a beast. You were also, Jupiter, a swan for the love of Leda. O omnipotent love, how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose! A fault done first in the form of a beast (O Jove, a beastly fault!)
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Much Ado About Nothing 1.1: 50
A dear happiness to women, they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humor for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. [continues next]
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Much Ado About Nothing 1.1: 50
[continues previous] A dear happiness to women, they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humor for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 1: 111
And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses, [continues next]
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 1: 111
[continues previous] And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
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Taming of the Shrew 4.1: 29
Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not cross’d me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoil’d, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore, how she pray’d that never pray’d before; how I cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper, with ...
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Love's Labour's Lost 2.1: 242
[continues previous] That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 3.1: 228
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears [continues next]
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 3.1: 228
[continues previous] Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears
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Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 104
I cry your worships mercy, heartily. I beseech your worship’s name.
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King Lear 1.2: 75
[continues previous] That’s my fear. I pray you have a continent forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower; and as I say, retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak. Pray ye go, there’s my key. If you do stir abroad, go arm’d.
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Love's Labour's Lost 3.1: 6
... to jig off a tune at the tongue’s end, canary to it with your feet, humor it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you swallow’d love with singing love, sometime through the nose, as if you snuff’d up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like o’er the shop of your eyes; with your arms cross’d on your thin-bellied doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: ...
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Henry IV Part 2 2.4: 54
Good Captain Peesel, be quiet, ’tis very late, i’ faith. I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
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Henry IV Part 1 2.3: 6
Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid, our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very ... [continues next]
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Henry IV Part 1 2.3: 6
[continues previous] Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid, our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very ...
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Troilus and Cressida 3.2: 33
Come, come, what need you blush? Shame’s a baby. Here she is now, swear the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.
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Othello 1.3: 308
... hath no less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him. If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time which will be deliver’d. Traverse, go, provide thy money. We will have more of this tomorrow. Adieu.
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As You Like It 1.2: 3
Herein I see thou lov’st me not with the full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banish’d father, had banish’d thy uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper’d as mine is to thee. [continues next]
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As You Like It 1.2: 3
[continues previous] Herein I see thou lov’st me not with the full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banish’d father, had banish’d thy uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper’d as mine is to thee.
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Cardenio 5.1: 38
Thou know’st not what thou speak’st. Why, my lord’s he That gives him the house-freedom, all his boldness, Keeps him a purpose here to war with me.
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Hamlet 3.1: 117
If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunn’ry, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunn’ry, go, and quickly too. Farewell.
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Othello 1.3: 306
... to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as acerb as the coloquintida. She must change for youth; when she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice. She must have change, she must; therefore put money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. ...
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Sir Thomas More 3.3: 125
Then there’s no wit in ’t, I’ll be sworn. Folly waits on wit, as the shadow on the body, and where wit is ripest there folly still is readiest. But begin, I prithee. We’ll rather allow a beardless Wit than Wit all beard to have no brain.
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Taming of the Shrew 1.1: 110
Tush, Gremio; though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good
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All's Well That Ends Well 1.3: 122
[continues previous] I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
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All's Well That Ends Well 1.1: 5
He hath abandon’d his physicians, madam, under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. [continues next]
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All's Well That Ends Well 1.1: 5
[continues previous] He hath abandon’d his physicians, madam, under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time.
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Much Ado About Nothing 2.3: 71
Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses: “O sweet Benedick! God give me patience!”
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Twelfth Night 1.3: 63
I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was form’d under the star of a galliard.
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Hamlet 4.3: 22
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
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Hamlet 4.3: 24
[continues previous] Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
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Troilus and Cressida 2.1: 19
Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at Proserpina’s beauty, ay, that thou bark’st at him.
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Sir Thomas More 5.2: 10
I much mistrust it; when they go to ‘raigning once, there’s ever foul weather for a great while after. But soft; here comes Master Gough and Master Catesby. Now we shall hear more.
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Much Ado About Nothing 4.2: 41
No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be prov’d upon thee by good witness.
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Troilus and Cressida 2.1: 19
Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at Proserpina’s beauty, ay, that thou bark’st at him.
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Measure for Measure 2.1: 135
Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to’t then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. [continues next]
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Merchant of Venice 1.2: 31
You need not fear, lady, the having any of these lords. They have acquainted me with their determinations, which is indeed to return to their home, and to trouble you with no more suit, unless you may be won by some other sort than your father’s imposition depending on the caskets.
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Merchant of Venice 3.5: 14
Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo, Launcelot and I are out. He tells me flatly there’s no mercy for me in heaven because I am a Jew’s daughter;
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Measure for Measure 2.1: 135
[continues previous] Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to’t then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.
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Hamlet 5.1: 88
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorr’d in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss’d I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one ...