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• Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 5...
• I am sure care 's an enemy to life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc.
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• One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him
  and a third drowns him. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Wherefore are these things hid? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 3
• At my fingers' ends. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Is it a world to hide virtues in? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc.
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