Ay, now the plot thickens very much upon us.
Ay, now the plot thickens very much upon us.
Good wits will jump.
The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.
What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things?
For all true love is grounded on esteem.
And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.
Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold.
Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.
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