芦 We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep 禄
-La tempesta, atto IV
芦 If music be the food of love, play on
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die. 禄
-La dodicesima notte, atto I
(W.Shakespeare)
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