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Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.
— As You Like It, Act III Scene 2
KEYWORD: beauty
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Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
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And therewithal the best; or let her beauty
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O, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too;
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Upon a time,—unhappy was the clock
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