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• An angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc.
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• The game is up. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 3
• The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• I have not slept one wink. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc.
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• So slippery that The fear 's as bad as falling. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Some griefs are medicinable. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 2