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• I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them.
  Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true....
• Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc.
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• If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc.
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• Delays have dangerous ends. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die.
  How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc....
• Halcyon days. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI -- Act i, Sc. 2
• If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2...