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• For the rain it raineth every day. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act v, Sc.
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• Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
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• The best in this kind are but shadows. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Act v, Sc.
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• The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Act v, Sc.
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• This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
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• A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Act v, Sc.
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