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    Nature herself was proud of his designs,
    And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
    Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
    As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.

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Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

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-Falstaff.

-Falstaff.

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The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. read more

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.

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If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

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Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. read more

Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

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Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

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Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a read more

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

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