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• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Dwindle, peak, and pine. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Stands not within the prospect of belief. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc.
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• My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf
  And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...