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• And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 7...
• The very staff of my age, my very prop. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act ii, Sc.
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• 'T is lack of kindly warmth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Timon of Athens -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 3...