From Pericles:
See how belief may suffer by foul show!
This borrow’d passion stands for true old woe.
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Obsessed senators would drop a few of the bombs on Hillary, so her future is iffy.
Wow.
From Love’s Labour’s Lost:
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
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At George Bush’s last gala event, they ran a defense of a past he can’t.
From Henry VI, Part One:
Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
Should strike such terror to his enemies.
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Warlike hurts, or deaths we cry at, in Boston lie.
Discuss hardships with kids and let them cherish familial relations.
From A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
Which is as brief as I have known a play;
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
Which makes it tedious.
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My mood? Vocal Roger Ebert had a symbiotic relationship with dry Gene Siskel, then shone solo.
If it was thumbs up or down, it was always kindly.
From Troilus and Cressida:
Here is such patchery, such juggling and such knavery! all the argument is a cuckold and a whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon.
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Shame on dodo Congress, dealing us such a dud: a preventable sequester. Huh!
Don’t laugh a guttural laugh and hijack the economy for awkward political currency.
From Richard III:
O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
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To unearth late Richard the Third’s gamy bones would teach us, seem to alienate the vastly-followed myth.
No halo was found.
From The Merry Wives of Windsor:
I warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names–sure, more,–and these are of the second edition: he will print them, out of doubt.
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A hundredth stab, I can’t think of a fresh topic to put in here.
Therefore, we will wait until there is a neat one to reshuffle these words to be.
Demand no more sham drafts.
From Measure for Measure:
Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
shall see how I’ll handle her.
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Oh my! Senator Paul’s soliloquy whine? He moved level-eyed Hillary to argue.
From Richard II:
Or if it be, ’tis with false sorrow’s eye,
Which for things true weeps things imaginary.
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Manti Te’o’s prior Internet girl, if he wishes, was a screwy fib.
It’s foggy how hurt he is.
From King Lear:
No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the king himself.
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Theory of minting that uncommon coin: if he likes change…