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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: care
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A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
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Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself
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Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care;
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What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when
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I care not for that neither, because I love crusts. |
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Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
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