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Let the sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of “Green-sleeves,” hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here.

James Stephanoff, 1832

The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act V, Scene 5full size

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