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• I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc.
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• The "why" is plain as way to parish church. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc.
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• True is it that we have seen better days. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc.
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• And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 7...
• And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 7...
• Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 7...
• My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative
  And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial....
• And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and ro
  And thereby hangs a tale. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 7...