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• The game is up. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 3
• Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 6...
• It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• I have not slept one wink. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Some griefs are medicinable. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• So slippery that The fear 's as bad as falling. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc. 2...