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• I name no parties. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Wit at Several Weapons, Act ii, Sc. 3
• Let the world slide. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Wit Without Money, Act v, Sc. 2
• Death hath so many doors to let out life. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- The Customs of the Country, Act ii, Sc.
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• From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.
  -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- The Honest Man's Fortune, Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Love's Cure, Act ii, Sc.
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• Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- The Maid's Tragedy, Act i, Sc.
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• As cold as cucumbers. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Cupid's Revenge, Act i, Sc. 1
• Whistle, and she 'll come to you. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Wit Without Money, Act iv, Sc. 4
• What 's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink.
  -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Love's Cure, Act iii, Sc. 2...