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• Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc.
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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...
• He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iv, Sc. 4...
• The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• He will give the devil his due. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.
  He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrow...
• What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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