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• This is very midsummer madness. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• More matter for a May morning. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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• Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something.
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• What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
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