William Shakespeare
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Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.