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... things Save in the office and affairs of love : Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent . Ibid . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but little happy , if I ...
... things Save in the office and affairs of love : Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent . Ibid . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but little happy , if I ...
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... thing . Ibid.1 Act iii . Sc . 1 . Bless thee , Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated . Ibid . So we grew together ... things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name Such ...
... thing . Ibid.1 Act iii . Sc . 1 . Bless thee , Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated . Ibid . So we grew together ... things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name Such ...
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... thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! An ill - favoured thing , sir , but mine own . ... Ibid . Act v . Sc . 4 . • The Retort Courteous ; the Quip Modest ; the Reply Churlish ; . . . the Reproof Valiant ; the ...
... thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! An ill - favoured thing , sir , but mine own . ... Ibid . Act v . Sc . 4 . • The Retort Courteous ; the Quip Modest ; the Reply Churlish ; . . . the Reproof Valiant ; the ...
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... things proceed , The place is dignified by the doer's deed . Act ii . Sc . 3 . The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together . Whose words all ears took captive . Act iv . Sc . 3 . Act v . Sc . 3 . Praising what is ...
... things proceed , The place is dignified by the doer's deed . Act ii . Sc . 3 . The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together . Whose words all ears took captive . Act iv . Sc . 3 . Act v . Sc . 3 . Praising what is ...
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... thing , to make it too common . If I do , fillip me with a three - man beetle . Ibid . Past and to come seems best ; things present worst . I'll tickle your catastrophe . He hath eaten me out of house and home . Ibid . Act i . Sc . 3 ...
... thing , to make it too common . If I do , fillip me with a three - man beetle . Ibid . Past and to come seems best ; things present worst . I'll tickle your catastrophe . He hath eaten me out of house and home . Ibid . Act i . Sc . 3 ...
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