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Variable passions throng her constant woe, As striving who should best become her grief; 968 All entertain’d, each passion labours so, That every present sorrow seemeth chief, But none is best, then join they all together, Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
"Let us see the express, Paul," said Stuart at last.
— from The Story of Old Fort Loudon by Mary Noailles Murfree
“He be a real bit of stuff, that ’ere Phil Smallbones,” said one of the men.
— from Snarleyyow; or, The Dog Fiend by Frederick Marryat
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