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It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
— As You Like It, Act IV Scene 1
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Quoth he, 'She took me kindly by the hand,
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His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,—
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