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• The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act i, Sc. 4...
• When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense
  That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope....
• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• We have some salt of our youth in us. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act ii, Sc.
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