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A Merrier Man, Within The Limit Of Becoming Mirth, I Never Spent An Hour's Talk Withal.
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A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost
-- Act ii, Sc. 1
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