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• Young fellows will be young fellows. -- Isaac Bickerstaff (1735-1787) -- Love in a Village, Act ii, Sc.
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• And this the burden of his song Forever used to be,-- I care for nobody, No.
  ot I, If no one cares for me. -- Isaac Bickerstaff (1735-1787) -- Love in a Village, Act i, Sc....
• There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the river Dee
  He worked and sung from morn till night: No lark more blithe than he....
• Ay, do despise me! I 'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.
  -- Isaac Bickerstaff (1735-1787) -- The Hypocrite, Act v, Sc. 1...
• A high hope for a low heaven. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth
  But like of each thing that in season grows. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc....
• It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality?
  Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught?...
• Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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