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Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Sweets To The Sweet.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.