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• And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• A high hope for a low heaven. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• That unlettered small-knowing soul. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth
  But like of each thing that in season grows. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc....
• I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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