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• A very riband in the cap of youth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7
• One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...
• Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc.
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• But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be.
  Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon....
• There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire
  proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will....
• What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 3...