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• Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• My heart Is true as steel. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Act ii, Sc.
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• A very ancient and fish-like smell. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act ii, Sc.
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• With foreheads villanous low. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• I would fain die a dry death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 1
• Egregiously an ass. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 1