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8 Words Coined By The Bard

Schuyler J. Dievendorf | 28 May 2014 15:30
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And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly ... - Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream

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