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• And put My clouted brogues from off my feet. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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• Every one can master a grief but he that has it. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act iii, Sc.
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• How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Some griefs are medicinable. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• Flat burglary as ever was committed. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Condemned into everlasting redemption. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act iv, Sc.
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• The eftest way. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act iv, Sc. 2
• The game is up. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 3