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• Let the end try the man. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• He will give the devil his due. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Another lean unwashed artificer. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iv, Sc. 2
• I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol.
  Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc....
• In King Cambyses' vein. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 4