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Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
All that glitters is not gold
that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If music be the food of love, play on.These violent delights have violent ends...
If music be the food of love, play on.These violent delights have violent ends...Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not gold
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.The course of true love never did run smooth.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.The course of true love never did run smooth.If music be the food of love, play on.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.The course of true love never did run smooth.If music be the food of love, play on.These violent delights have violent ends...
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.The course of true love never did run smooth.If music be the food of love, play on.These violent delights have violent ends...Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.The course of true love never did run smooth.If music be the food of love, play on.These violent delights have violent ends...Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.All that glitters is not goldBrevity is the soul of wit.To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.The course of true love never did run smooth.If music be the food of love, play on.These violent delights have violent ends...Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.