O! had I but followed the arts!
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What's to come is still unsure:In delay there lies no plenty;Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
I was adored once too.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Nay, let me alone for swearing. *shucks!*
-William Shakespeare's Twelfth Night
Oh man, it was amazing tonight.
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