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• He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
  -- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lo...
• Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc.
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• In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• A high hope for a low heaven. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, 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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• By my penny of observation. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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