| Quote | Author | Source | Email Quote |
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| I love long life better than figs. | William Shakespeare | Antony and Cleopatra |  |
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. | William Shakespeare | Antony and Cleopatra |  |
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
| William Shakespeare | Antony and Cleopatra |  |
| There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. | William Shakespeare | Antony and Cleopatra |  |
| The nature of bad news infects the teller. | William Shakespeare | Antony and Cleopatra |  |
Give me some music- music, moody food Of us that trade in love. | William Shakespeare | Antony and Cleopatra |  |