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• What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word
  which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul....
• At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...