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• Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• 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....
• True is it that we have seen better days. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc.
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• O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act i, Sc.
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• 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...
• If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know i
  and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms....
• Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath
  and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock....
• T was merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra -- Act ii, Sc. 5...
• 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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