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• Out of the jaws of death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4
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• If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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• I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• More matter for a May morning. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• This is very midsummer madness. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.
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• I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too.
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