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Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

I Am Your Wife If You Will Marry Me. If Not, I'll Die Your Maid. To Be Your Fellow You May Deny Me, But I'll Be Your Servant Whether You Will Or No.