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• Whilst thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head. -- William Shakespeare
• How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel
  but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new hatched, unfledged comrade....