| All the world’s a stage
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| And all the men and women merely players;
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| All the world’s a stage
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| And all the men and women merely players;
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| They have their exits and their entrances
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| And one man in his time plays many parts
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| And one man in his time plays many parts
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| All the world’s a stage
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| All the world’s a stage
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| All the world’s a stage
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| If music be the food of love, play on;
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| Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting
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| The appetite may sicken, and so die
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| That strain again! |
| it had a dying fall:
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| O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
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| That breathes upon a bank of violets
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| Stealing and giving odour! |
| Enough; |
| no more:
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| 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before
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| O spirit of love! |
| how quick and fresh art thou
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| That, notwithstanding thy capacity
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| Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there
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| Of what validity and pitch soe’er
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| But falls into abatement and low price
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| Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
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| That it alone is high fantastical
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| If music be the food of love, play on
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| That strain again! |
| it had a dying fall:
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| O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
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| That breathes upon a bank of violets
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| Stealing and giving odour! |
| Enough; |
| no more:
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| 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before
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| O spirit of love! |
| how quick and fresh art thou
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| That, notwithstanding thy capacity
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| Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there
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| Of what validity and pitch soever
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| But falls into abatement and low price
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| Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
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| That it alone is high fantastical
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| If music be the food of love, play on |