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• Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
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• Make haste; the better foot before. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iv, Sc.
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• We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iv, Sc.
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• How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iv, Sc.
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• To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the viole
  To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess....
• How now, foolish rheum! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• A man can die but once. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• A rascally yea-forsooth knave. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2