“Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile,
And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face for all occasions”

Source: King Henry VI, Part 3

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English playwright and poet 1564–1616

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“I love thee with the breath,
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