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• Let me take you a button-hole lower. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc.
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• They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc.
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• The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• The rational hind Costard. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iv, Sc.
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