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• Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act i, Sc.
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• But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xviii...
• I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away.
  But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine...
• Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence
  he next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature....
• Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• What! shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology?
  -- William Shakespeare...
• Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Fill all thy bones with aches. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Frailty, thy name is woman! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2