What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!
William ShakespeareMisery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
William ShakespeareMy soul is in the sky.
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I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come"
(Phebe)
More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.
William ShakespeareMots clés humor
But she makes hungry
Where she most satisfies...
There is no darkness but ignorance.
William ShakespeareWith mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
William ShakespeareMots clés happiness laughter shakespeare birthday
While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.
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