No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
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