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See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! ---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Like madness is the glory of this life. ---Shakespeare, Timon of Athens
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Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave. William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds. William Shakespeare, The Sonnets
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