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• Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Out-paramoured the Turk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Poor Tom 's a-cold. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act i, Sc.
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• The green mantle of the standing pool. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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