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The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
— Measure for Measure, Act III Scene 1
KEYWORD: welsh
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Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh
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Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh,
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Where is Nan now and her troop of fairies, and the
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Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he
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Have I laid my brain in the sun and dried it, that
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Well, I am your theme: you have the start of me; I
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