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    If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

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O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two read more

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. -King John. Act iii. Sc. read more

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

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Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. read more

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry read more

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

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With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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He is well paid that is well satisfied. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

He is well paid that is well satisfied. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It read more

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

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