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Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

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The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3.

The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3.

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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It read more

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

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A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. -Love's Labour 's Lost. read more

A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. read more

Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

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I dote on his very absence. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

I dote on his very absence. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

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O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. read more

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse read more

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

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