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• For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,--how then?
  Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound?...
• I 'll tickle your catastrophe. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Lord of thy presence and no land beside. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act i, Sc.
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• Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act i, Sc.
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• Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act i, Sc.
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