And
sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
(Sonnet
CII, line 12)
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If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
(Henry IV, Part I, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 307-310)
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If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
(Henry IV, Part I, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 307-310)
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