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• As chaste as unsunn'd snow. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc. 5
• Many-headed multitude. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act ii, Sc. 3
• I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
  Get thee to a nunnery, go. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• If you have writ your annals true, 't is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli
  Alone I did it. Boy! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act v, Sc. 6...
• As cold as any stone. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act ii, Sc. 3
• A thing devised by the enemy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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• Done to death by slanderous tongues. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act v, Sc.
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