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More from William Shakespeare

Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Act i, Sc. 2

The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.

Act 3, Scene 1

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly.

Act II, sc. 3.

I hold ambition of so light a quality that it is but a shadow’s shadow.

My salad days, when I was green in judgement, cold in blood.

Act I, Sc. 5.