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• As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing: for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
  Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too....
• 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...
• Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• We that are in the vaward of our youth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc.
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• 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...
• Is it a world to hide virtues in? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc.
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