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• Professor: Ouch! That's going to bleed when my heart beats.
• Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word
  which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul....
• Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
  -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Mourning Bride, Act iii, Sc. 8...
• And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
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  -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Mourning Bride, Act v, Sc. 12...
• By magic numbers and persuasive sound. -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Mourning Bride, Act i, Sc.
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• Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.
  -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- Love for Love, Act ii, Sc. 5...
• Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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