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• Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• The very staff of my age, my very prop. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act ii, Sc.
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• On fortune's cap we are not the very button. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Fill all thy bones with aches. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2
• He that dies pays all debts. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2
• My library Was dukedom large enough. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc.
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