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'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
— Twelfth Night, Act I Scene 5
KEYWORD: company
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A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
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They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company. |
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By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
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Dear lad, believe it;
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To-day, my lord; and for three months before,
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