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• And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 5...
• T is not in the bond. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iv, Sc.
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• The kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 2...