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• I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Out-paramoured the Turk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Poor Tom 's a-cold. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• The green mantle of the standing pool. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• The prince of darkness is a gentleman. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• 'T is a naughty night to swim in. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm
  How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?...
• Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act i, Sc.
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