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So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

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The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

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Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. read more

Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

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And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and read more

Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.

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They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more

They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

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Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

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Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts read more

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

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Main chance. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Main chance. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

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