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• Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
  Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well...
• He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act i, Sc.
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• She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.
  To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death....
• An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I' ld have challenged him.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• He doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can shoe himself.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• He hath a daily beauty in his life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 1
• He arrests him on it; And follows close the rigour of the statute, To make him an example.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act i, Sc. 4...