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• So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll.
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• There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance;... and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
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• Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc.
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• It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...