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• And put My clouted brogues from off my feet. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• Some griefs are medicinable. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• The game is up. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 3
• His cares are now all ended. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc. 2
• All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...