I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
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There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
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Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
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What light through yonder window breaks?
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I am constant as the northern star.
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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
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Journeys end in lovers meeting.
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It is a wise father that knows his own child.
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There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
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O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
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