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• For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
  Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iv, Sc....
• 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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• You two are book-men. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iv, Sc. 2
• A buck of the first head. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Dictynna, goodman Dull. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iv, Sc.
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• As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hai
  And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony....
• From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire
  They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world, Else, none at all in aught proves excellent....
• A high hope for a low heaven. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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