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When I do count the clock that tells the time
Sonnet 12
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When I do count the clock that tells the time
Sonnet 12
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Should from her vestur e chance to steal a kiss
And, of so great a favour growing proud,
Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower
And make rough winter everlastingly.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona;
Act 2, Scene 4
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Should from her vestur e chance to steal a kiss
And, of so great a favour growing proud,
Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower
And make rough winter everlastingly.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona;
Act 2, Scene 4
Crowley has zilch.
Muriel is now on a kissing spree and both demons are running around town, putting out fires!
#goodomens has all the Rizzards of Oz!
Crowley has zilch.
Muriel is now on a kissing spree and both demons are running around town, putting out fires!
#goodomens has all the Rizzards of Oz!
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The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
As You Like It;
Act 2, Scene 3
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The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
As You Like It;
Act 2, Scene 3
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3
#goodomens
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What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grief.
The Winter's Tale
Act 3, Scene 2
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What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grief.
The Winter's Tale
Act 3, Scene 2
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Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified
Sonnet 101
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Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified
Sonnet 101
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My hour is almost come
When I to sulfurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself
HAMLET, Act 1, Scene 5
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My hour is almost come
When I to sulfurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself
HAMLET, Act 1, Scene 5