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• Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
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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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• Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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• He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• These most brisk and giddy-paced times. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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• At my fingers' ends. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Wherefore are these things hid? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Is it a world to hide virtues in? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, 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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