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• Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
  -- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book v, Line 1798...
• The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.
  -- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- The Manciples Tale, Line 17281...
• He helde about him alway, out of drede, A world of folke.
  -- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book iii, Line 1721...
• Love thy neighbor, and thy neighbor's wife too; if thou art inclined.
• How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!
  -- Old Testament -- Isaiah xiv, 12...
• O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Art thou an artist, or art thou art?
• O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 535...