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• One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc.
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• The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• I have had my labour for my travail. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act i, Sc.
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• Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows!
  each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act i, Sc....
• And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iv, Sc. 5...