Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
And she's fair I love.
The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
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Have patience, and endure