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The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
— King Richard III, Act I Scene 3
KEYWORD: worst
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My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
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Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this
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3 |
Katherine the curst!
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To save your life in this extremity,
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Then at my lodging, an it like you.
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