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• I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iii, 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...
• That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• I am not in the roll of common men. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc.
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• O, call back yesterday, bid time return! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Lord of thy presence and no land beside. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act i, Sc.
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• For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act i, Sc. 1...