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• He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hai
  And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony....
• The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt. -- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lo
• A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished
  So sweet and voluble is his discourse. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act ii, Sc....
• Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iv, Sc.
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• He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book
  he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink....
• A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arm
  Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act ii, Sc....