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The Law Is A Sort Of Hocus-pocus Science, That Smiles In Yer Face While It Picks Yer Pocke
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The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face
while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of
mair use to the professors than the justice of it.
-- Charles Macklin (1690-1797)
-- Love a la Mode, Act ii, Sc. 1
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Every tub must stand upon its bottom. -- Charles Macklin (1690-1797) -- The Man of the World, Act i, Sc.
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A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arm
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act ii, Sc....
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spi
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch....
If you're gonna use s, at least write yer own! (c)
Yer such a wild thang!
As the case stands. -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- The Old Law, Act ii, Sc. 1
Hit the nail on the head. -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- Love's Cure, Act ii, Sc. 1
Pity 's akin to love. -- Thomas Southerne (1660-1746) -- Oroonoka, Act ii, Sc. 1
Speak low if you speak love. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act ii, Sc.
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