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• How apt the poor are to be proud.
• At my fingers' ends. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Out of the jaws of death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• For the rain it raineth every day. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act v, Sc.
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• I am sure care 's an enemy to life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc.
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• Is it a world to hide virtues in? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc.
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• Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. -- 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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