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• Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest?
  Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest....
• I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- Duchess of Malfi, Act iv, Sc. 2...
• T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act i, Sc. 2...
• Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act v, Sc. 2...
• Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.
  -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Bloody Brother, Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act iii, Sc. 2...
• How happy could I be with either, Were t' other dear charmer away!
  -- John Gay (1688-1732) -- The Beggar's Opera, Act ii, Sc. 2...
• I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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