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I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of.
Miranda (The Tempest, Act III scene i)
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of.
