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• I have not slept one wink. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Some griefs are medicinable. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• The game is up. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 3
• Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act i, Sc.
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• No, 't is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Hath his bellyful of fighting. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• The boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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