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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: pretty
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It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it:
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What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne? |
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In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and
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Where had you this pretty weather-cock? |
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My will! 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest
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