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Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
— Hamlet, Act I Scene 2
KEYWORD: rarity
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He hath out-villained villany so far, that the
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Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove
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Beauty, truth, and rarity,
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But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed almost
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Ay, that's well known:
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