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• An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act v, Sc.
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• This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory
  his most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours....
• The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), All 's Well that Ends Well -- Act v, Sc.
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• The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• The rest is silence. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 2