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    Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. read more

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And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.

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Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

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'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. -All 's Well read more

'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.

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Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. 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.

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Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

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There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and read more

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time.

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