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• Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!
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• More matter for a May morning. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Out of the jaws of death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.
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• Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• This is very midsummer madness. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• For the rain it raineth every day. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act v, Sc.
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