Aquila non capit muscas.
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Aquila non capit muscas.
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Lupus in fabula.
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I cannot lose the only thing that keeps me alive: hope. A word that is often with us in the morning, gets wounded throughout the day, and dies at dusk, but resurrects with the dawn.
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know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.
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Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
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This above all: to thine own self be true.
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A little more than kin, and less than kind.
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