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• Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act ii, Sc.
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• The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• I have had my labour for my travail. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act i, Sc.
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• All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform
  vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one....
• Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows!
  each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act i, Sc....