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• Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it does run over, Tonight we will all merry be -- tomorrow we'll get sober.
  -- John Fletcher, "The Bloody Brother", II, 2...
• O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc. 5...
• I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.
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• And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October.
  -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Bloody Brother, Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.
  -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Bloody Brother, Act ii, Sc. 2...
• A man of my kidney. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.
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• As good luck would have it. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Happy man be his dole! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.
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