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• Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act iii, Sc.
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• I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act v, 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...
• Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• I would fain die a dry death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 1
• I 'll tickle your catastrophe. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iv, Sc.
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