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A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
— Love's Labour's Lost, Act II Scene 1
KEYWORD: yourself
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No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To
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How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself? |
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To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. |
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What need she, when she hath made you write to
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Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Sir
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To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
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I'll die on him that says so but yourself. |
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As many, worthy lady, to yourself:
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