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• Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• These most brisk and giddy-paced times. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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• The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant i
  it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age....
• Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee
  Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues....
• Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc.
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• I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• For stony limits cannot hold love out. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...