- And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
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- Get lost, you dwarf, you weed, you scrap, you acorn.
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- How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Shakespeare » - Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
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- Love is merely madness.
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- Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
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- The road to true love never did run smooth.
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- Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.
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