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• O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Two Gentlemen of Verona -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
  Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion....
• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Cel. Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act i, Sc.
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• Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act i, Sc.
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• Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act i, Sc.
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• Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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• Is it a world to hide virtues in? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc.
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