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• Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure
  Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Old Bachelor, Act v, Sc....
• The very staff of my age, my very prop. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- 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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• On fortune's cap we are not the very button. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc.
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• I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
  -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- Love for Love, Act ii, Sc. 7...
• Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.
  -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- Love for Love, Act ii, Sc. 5...
• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc.
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