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Out of my lean and low ability

I 'll lend you something.

Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]

Out of the jaws of death.[77:2]

Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]

As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.

Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Clo.  What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?

Mal.  That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.