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• The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 1027...
• For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 1019...
• For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Lucrece, Line 1306...
• Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xxxiii...
• No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cxxi...
• Cursed be he that moves my bones.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Shakespeare's Epitaph...
• O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- A Lover's Complaint, Line 288...
• Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- The Passionate Pilgrim, viii...
• Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...