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• From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot he is all mirth
  he has twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him...
• Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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• That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Two Gentlemen of Verona -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. -- William Shakespeare
• Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. -- William Shakespeare, "Henry IV