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• A high hope for a low heaven. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• That unlettered small-knowing soul. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth
  But like of each thing that in season grows. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc....
• And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.
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• By my penny of observation. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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• A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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• The boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc.
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