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• Fill all thy bones with aches. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2
• He doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can shoe himself.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• That book in many's eyes doth share the glory That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His eye doth level at.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Pericles -- Pericles, Act. i, Sc. 1...