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• T was when the sea was roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd.
  -- John Gay (1688-1732) -- The What d' ye call it, Act ii, Sc. 8...
• Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,--how then?
  Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound?...
• On Earth there is no reckoning.
• Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act v, Sc.
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• If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
  -- John Gay (1688-1732) -- The Beggar's Opera, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong. -- John Gay (1688-1732) -- The Beggar's Opera, Act ii, Sc.
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• The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. -- John Gay (1688-1732) -- The Beggar's Opera, Act ii, Sc.
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• Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act ii, Sc. 6...