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Thomas Middleton

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From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.
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A Mad World, my Masters (1605), Compare: "From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, 1 he is all mirth", William Shakespeare, Much Ado about Nothing, Act iii. Sc. 2.

 
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