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• His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O! -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- Sophonisba, Act iii, Sc. 2
• Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves.
  -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Nice Valour, Act iii, Sc. 3...
• The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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• There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy
  O sweetest Melancholy! -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Nice Valour, Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act iii, Sc.
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• T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- A King and No King, Act iv, Sc.
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