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• Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing
  To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring....
• No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act i, Sc.
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• And sleep in dull cold marble. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc.
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• A load would sink a navy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Press not a falling man too far! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc.
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• So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• A royal train, believe me. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Order gave each thing view. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act i, Sc. 1