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• I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too.
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• Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's hea
  For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are....
• More matter for a May morning. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Out of the jaws of death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• This is very midsummer madness. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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