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• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet, Act I Sc. 4...
• Pluck out the heart of my mystery. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 4...
• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• In my mind's eye, Horatio. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Within the book and volume of my brain. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 4...