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More from William Shakespeare

Beatrice: You always end with a jade’s trick. I know you of old.

Benedick: I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

Prospero: What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?

Act i, Sc. 2

Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.

Act III, sc. 2

That’s certain. I for my part knew the tailor
That made the wings she flew withal.