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O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours. William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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