He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.
quote by William Shakespeare
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I'm going to disappear again.
quote by Chuck Robb
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I'd have to acknowledge that I have a weakness for the fairer sex - and I hope I never get over it.
quote by Chuck Robb
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I am clearly vulnerable on the question of socializing under circumstances not appropriate for a married man.
quote by Chuck Robb
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Hero and Leander
Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd
poem by John Donne
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I made more decisions in a half-day as governor than you can make in a whole week in the Senate... it's too slow for me.
quote by Chuck Robb
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Duke of Venice: The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
line from Othello, Act I, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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The Way, Way Back
Steve Carell, AnnaSophia Robb, Toni Collette, Sam Rockwell, Amanda Peet, Allison Janney, Maya Rudolph, Rob Corddry
from The Way, Way Back (2013)
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Race to Witch Mountain
Dwayne Johnson, AnnaSophia Robb, Alexander Ludwig, Carla Gugino, Ciarán Hinds, Tom Everett Scott, Chris Marquette
from Race to Witch Mountain (2009)
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Holy Sonnet 15
Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest,
My soul, this wholesome meditation,
How God the Spirit, by angels waited on
In heaven, doth make His temple in thy breast.
The Father having begot a Son most blest,
And still begetting—for he ne'er begun—
Hath deign'd to choose thee by adoption,
Co-heir to His glory, and Sabbath' endless rest.
And as a robb'd man, which by search doth find
His stolen stuff sold, must lose or buy it again,
The Sun of glory came down, and was slain,
Us whom He had made, and Satan stole, to unbind.
'Twas much, that man was made like God before,
But, that God should be made like man, much more.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
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Slenderman's Wrath
Something's watching,
'Leave me alone! '
Everything's against me,
nothing can heal the blows.
Dare I believe,
even now, the myth is true?
Run through the forest,
must see this night through.
Always watching, no eyes.
No man comes back alive.
~M.R
poem by Megan Robb
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Anvil! The Story of Anvil
Tiziana Arrigoni, Kevin Goocher, Glenn Gyorffy, William Howell, Steve 'Lips' Kudlow, Lemmy, Robb Reiner, Slash
from Anvil! The Story of Anvil (2008)
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Words on Bathroom Walls
Charlie Plummer, Andy Garcia, Taylor Russell, AnnaSophia Robb, Beth Grant, Devon Bostick, Lobo Sebastian, Molly Parker, Walton Goggins, Aaron Dominguez
by Nick Naveda from Words on Bathroom Walls (2020)
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Lansky
Harvey Keitel, Sam Worthington, John Magaro, Minka Kelly, David James Elliott, Danny A. Abeckaser, David Cade, AnnaSophia Robb, Shane McRae, Jackie Cruz, Steve Alderfer
from Lansky (2021)
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Trailer Park Boys: Don't Legalize It
John Paul Tremblay, Robb Wells, Mike Smith, Jonathan Torrens, John Dunsworth, Lucy Decoutere, Sarah Dunsworth, Patrick Roach
by Mike Clattenburg from Trailer Park Boys: Don't Legalize It (2014)
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A Land Dirge
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole,
To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm
And, when gay tombs are robb'd, sustain no harm;
But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,
For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
poem by John Webster
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A Dirge
CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole,
To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm,
And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm;
But keep the wolf far thence, that 's foe to men,
For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
poem by John Webster
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The Honest Shepherd
When hungry wolves had trespass'd on the fold,
And the robb'd shepherd his sad story told,
'Call in Alcides,' said a crafty priest,
'Give him one half and he'll secure the rest.'
No, said the shepherd, if the Fates decree,
By ravaging my flock to ruin me,
To their commands I willingly resign,
Power is their character, and patience mine;
Though troth, to me there seems but little odds
Who prove the greatest robbers - wolves or gods.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Sonnet XXXIII: I Might
I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
Till now wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss.
Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right;
No lovely Paris made thy Helen his,
No force, no fraud robb'd thee of thy delight,
Nor Fortune of thy fortune author is;
But to myself myself did give the blow,
While too much wit, forsooth, so troubled me
That I respects for both our sakes must show:
And yet could not by rising morn foresee
How fair a day was near: O punish'd eyes,
That I had been more foolish,--or more wise!
poem by Philip Sidney
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Astrophel and Stella: XXXIII
I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
Till now wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss.
Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right;
No lovely Paris made thy Helen his,
No force, no fraud robb'd thee of thy delight,
Nor Fortune of thy fortune author is;
But to myself myself did give the blow,
While too much wit, forsooth, so troubled me
That I respects for both our sakes must show:
And yet could not by rising morn foresee
How fair a day was near: O punish'd eyes,
That I had been more foolish,--or more wise!
poem by Philip Sidney
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Fairy Song
We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by Thomas Randolph
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