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• These most brisk and giddy-paced times. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something.
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• My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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• I am sure care 's an enemy to life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc.
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• Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
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• At my fingers' ends. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 3
• A plague of all cowards, I say. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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