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• The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial thing
  There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings....
• The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.
  -- Tate and Brady -- cxii, 6...
• There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy
  O sweetest Melancholy! -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Nice Valour, Act iii, Sc. 3...
• I smell a rat. -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- Blurt, Master-Constable, 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...
• Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), All 's Well that Ends Well -- Act v, Sc.
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• The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act i, Sc.
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• Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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